How long can this last?
How long can I be happy?
Already the shadows are creeping in from the corners
pulling at my skin
and whispering in my ears
tales of destruction and despair.
I fight them off but they are strong.
And the longer this lasts the louder they get.
Take a breath, listen to the sound of my soul through these old headphones.
Won't change anything.
How long can I be happy?
The clock is ticking, my love.
So hold me close tonight and murmur you want me.
Because I can't fight alone.
YOU ARE READING
Old Poetry and Prose
PuisiThis is very old, mostly unedited writing from several years ago. I had uploaded these on a different account but then I deleted all of it. I am posting them again here.
