I wish I could hold you like I should.
Those long winter nights need no introduction.
How far do those dappled leaves fall,
If not so very far from you.
And the lights in the skies, they keep blinding, so bright I cannot even see.
I try to wander away at night but, the paths cross at twisted times.
Jagged and broken.
And how I know that it is hard to be stuck in that cardboard box, getting ready to be soaked by the rain.
The fog shrouds us in mystery, The horrid kind that makes us vain.
There is so much I can't tell you, for I can't really see for myself
if I could feel it is would but that would mean never feeling again.
In the dark inches between us, fingers sprawled ready to grasp.
I cannot be caught, I won't for I have doubted that this would last.
And yet I fall down, down feeling nothing.
Not holding on close to you.
I should be crying, writhing in agony.
But it is not there.
Gone.
I wish I could feel, the longing hand, the swirling maple leaves in the musky breeze.
However, as I try and I can't.
it feels broken, dead, deserted, no more.
Am I broken, lost away, gone forever more?
For I cannot feel what I want to feel and it is driving me inside.
When you ever wish for a happy ending, you cry and cry.
I'm saying goodbye.
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Poetry. Dark.
PoetryThis collection of poems is dedicated to anyone who has tried to live but events have led them astray It is a mix of dark, somewhat rediculous and poems of the heart, all written to help myself get through the last couple of months Some of these poe...
