Hollow,
that's how you left me.
Sitting with my head in my hands,
and the world looking on.An ancient book open wide,
so fragile a simple breath
would turn me to dust.Was that what you
intended?I left my soul back there,
now I'm too weak.My fragmented heart
is now scattered on the ground,
pieces too small to pick
back up.Rain sweeps in,
soaking me to my core,
washing away the shards of my soul,
leaving my hollow body
to quake alone.Most nights I pray
for you to come home.And the sad part?
I still yearn for you to
come back.Cause I don't ever
want to know,
don't want to see things
change.Bittersweet memories strike
me everywhere,
hidden expertly behind
every corner.I remember your smile,
the one that would brighten my day,
no matter how severe
the damage.Praying to the Lord,
praying for my soul.My only hope,
is if the Lord will help me.
Alone and on my own,
I would not win this fight.A small cross,
a simple token,
to strengthen my resolve.Something to believe in again,
to simply cherish,
is all I need.Most nights I hardly sleep
when I'm alone.I can't sleep anymore,
your shadow haunting me
in the darkness.Dark circles under my eyes,
a testament to the
damage you've caused.Every time I blink,
you're standing there
clear as day,
but I see you're fading
away.I think of you
whenever I'm alone.I used to sit alone often,
contemplating what I could
have done better,
or why I wasn't good enough.
But that was then.Now,
I think of you when no one
else is around,
dreaming of what once was,
or what could have been.You're falling into the black,
slipping through the cracks,
and I can't stop you,
no matter how hard I try.So I'm begging you,
Please don't go!~~~~~~
I honestly don't know what came over me to write this... it just sort of happened, lol. I hope you enjoyed reading it!!
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Poems of a Lost Soul
PoesieSimple little poems that I write to get thoughts and feelings out of my head. Writing them down helps me cope with them, I think. I try to update every Friday! Anyway, I hope you enjoy my crappy poetry! #51 Novice