VOICES CALLING.
TANGLING WITH MY MIND.
PULLING ME IN A CASCADE.
WATER DRIPS FROM MY NOSE.
I TRY TO CALL OUT BUT FIND MY THROAT TO FEEL LIKE SANDPAPER.
NO ONE IS ABOUT. THEY'RE ALL GONE.
I'M THE ONLY ONE LEFT.
BUT HOW CAN I LIVE ANY LONGER WITHOUT YOU HERE WITH ME?
YOU ARE READING
EXPRESSIONS
PoetryI LIE IN DUST AND ASHES, my corpse withers next to you, my love ©2017 WREN #663, #503, #582, #475, #300, #294,#251, #210, #189, #158, #146, #234, #341, #405
