I’m nothing but the ruins,
Of something that used to be.
Something that is blind,
But atone time, used to see.
Something that is deaf.
And cannot be heard.
So I’ll try now.
Not to mumble another word.
I’m seize-less, and tease-less.
And breathless, and deathless;
There’s nothing that you can take away.
And I’m lightless, and sightless;
And lifeless, and knife-less.
All because I’m loveless.
Life should be treasured by every risk you take.
And not followed by,
For one’s own sake.
So I’m waiting for the person that will
Forever love me.
And until then..
YOU ARE READING
The Ghosts of my past.
PoetryLiterally, the ghosts of my past. My pain and such. Poetry from 2008-2009.