Lost Poems

Within the realm of a dying star

I'm shivering it's so painful
I try to drown the hurt by listening to a sad song
Only that leads to an album of desolate wrongs it is disdainful
My tears have dried out
Too many times I've wiped them with a towel

I'm holding on to the last pole in this Gail force wind
My hands hurt they're skinned
My lungs are giving up
The process of respiration has disclosed into a death cup

I sit here still and take in the atmosphere
Oh what am I doing here
I hear the words that keep repeating in a slow burning tempo
Just say you won't let go