Poetry - Gone


Burning, aching, and longing just to touch you.

You are buried so deep inside me
that I can’t dig you out.

Every time I close my eyes
I see your eyes, hear your voice,
smell your skin, taste your lips, and
feel you in every inch of me,
consuming me whole.

But … you’re gone, totally out of reach.
Distant.
Distant from me and the world.
But I want you, god I need you.

You laugh and I live.
You cry and I die.
Wanting to hold you but I can’t.

Why?
You went away.
Why?
Because I sent you away.
Why?
I had to, and damn it, I needed to.

Regrets?
Oh god, so many I cant breathe.
So much pain, it can’t be forgotten.
Should it?
Maybe you need the pain to live.

Forgiveness … impossible to give.
Deserved?
Hell no, causing pain and suffering
can never deserve forgiveness.

I loved you but I made you go,
had to make you go.
That day I died and damn it,
I cried until my heart …
my soul shattered and bled.

Wanted to hold you and make everything better.
But I cant, it won’t ever be.
Everything but the hurt and pain is gone
… damn.

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