The silence that accompanies your absence is deafening;
I spend every waking moment with you you on my mind;
It scares me much more than I show and far much more than it seems;
Being without you feels like being lost in the dark blind.
The cloth that covers my eyes is threatening;
My mouth sewn shut by thoughts at night;
My skin still screams;
And my hands, bound, unable to write.
The voices won't stop;
They won't go away;
I've tried and tried;
But they stay and stay.
The voices bring me nothing but pain, nonstop;
And as always, they save your name for last;
Every time you're not here, I swear I've died;
And that's why I worry so much about you, Ash.
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Undead Poetry.
PoetryLate night poems written by an insomniac, and published here. This'll be my poem collection, and will stay exclusively on Wattpad. I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I enjoy writing them.
