There is nothing I can do,
Even less I can say,
You’ll walk away even
If I beg you to stay.
There is nowhere to look,
No where to stand,
You’re not with me,
Despite my desperate demands.
There is nothing left,
Nothing outside of my head,
All I have left of you,
Is the words you once said.
There is nothing for myself,
Even less for me to be,
Nothing to touch,
Much less to see.
There is no light,
Much less black,
Caught in the middle,
awaiting another attack.
There is no world,
Not a thing to see,
Whether we like it or not,
we’re the lost key.
There is nothing I can do,
Even less I can say,
You’ve walked away now,
Things are far from okay.
YOU ARE READING
The Pure, Simple, Truth.
PoetryLife isn't always the best thing. But we only get one. So here I am, making the most of it, trying my best to get everything i feel down into words so that i don't have to dwell on those feelings and thoughts anymore. My latest collection of poems...
