A poem of loss
I wish she was dead, no. I don't mean that.I wish that i wished she was dead maybe?
I wish perhaps that she had never been
And that she cant see the same stars as me.
Just thinking she's standing under this sky
That somewhere she's breathing the same air as I
That she's seeing things that i may see too
It's like shes still part of everything that i do.
She's there in my mind when i close my eyes
And still in my thoughts come the sunrise
My throat closes up when i say her name
She's like a tumour, infecting my brain
If she were dead, deceased, buried and gone
Maybe I could grieve, though that grieving be long
But each day as i wake the pain starts anew...
So I wish that you live... and you learn to be true
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