Number Twenty-two
It was the words
Not uttered that
You strolled away from me
A chilled wind pushin' you back
The winter's rains cloakin' my tears
Takin' a deep breath
Tellin' myself 'I'm mighty, brave,'
I lie to my shadow
To you about this ticker
My voice beats against
My locked lips
You'll never hear
'I need you,
'I never said
I love you - more,'
Each of your steps
Cuts this heart smaller
Beggin' the Wizard
Take this dice from this chest
Snake-eyes is its bloody fate
you fade from my sight
Fear you'll come back
Nails into this soul
'I love you,'
I'm not mighty, brave - yet,
Your empty shadow
Is my wet stone.
YOU ARE READING
Empty Shadows
PoetryA book of pointless poems for broken hearts and lonely souls, but it is not going to change anything. Words for all the people I can't speak to with those things hidden in my shadow.
