Sep 02, 2010 15:12
Where is the longing?
Clutch for me
grasp at the empty air
find it hard to breathe
crumble with despair.
Where is the pain?
Embrace this
let it pour over you
engulf every wish
tell you what to do.
Where is the loss?
Say your words
convince me to be there
tell your truth in thirds
leave in disrepair.
Where is the regret?
Run away
tell them it is my fault
paint me a martyr
for hate in the heart.
writing,
poetry