Stay.
Don't leave when,
Thunder, lightening and scary clouds of storm,
Force you into shelters.
Stay.
Don't give up when,
My screams are exhausting,
Coercing you towards the tiny cellar window that looks inviting now.
Stay.
Because I promise I'm trying.
But sometimes I get confused:
Between the fight against my internal demons and the fight with you.
Stay.
Even when I'm asking for to much.
Remember the times when we ran through fields of pretty flowers,
Before thick thorns pierced through my skin, making me bleed and stumble.
Stay.
Don't leave me in this darkness.
I know this seems unfair and unrealistic,
But I'm convinced: only you can save me from myself.
Stay.
Don't leave me hanging,
Because I'll bring you the first ever bloom of spring,
Once I've stitched up my wounds and patched up the scars.
YOU ARE READING
Unfinished Paintings
PoetryA collection of my prose, poetry and epiphanies over the past couple of years. I've always loved writing and composing, but I'd never assumed anything I wrote was worth being read by anyone but myself. Writing has always been a way for my mind to co...
