My mind is lost
I don't know where I'm going,
but your voice is soft,
barely a whisper.
I followed you through the dark
thinking you'd guide me out.
You swore you'd help me
you said you cared
but why can't I see the light?
The dark gets darker,
your fingers are in my hair
your lips are on my neck
you promised you cared.
I followed you through rows and rows
of darkness
breathing in humid air.
You said we were close to home
but then you started kissing me
and telling me you loved me.
I trusted you to save me,
but then you left.
I followed you through the dark
into more darkness.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Puisipoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
