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I've sporadically worked on this poem for the past few years, a reflection on habits. |
| Days slip away And so do my dreams of you Ever coming back for me You’re not, are you? The flame has long since blown out My midnight vigil has gone in vain Signs that I should give up hope But my eyes are still tricked by the rain I figured this was our final car crash The road blurred and the engine died Screams right next to my ear “Not again. This has to be it.” Please let those screams be mine No more, never again, I say Rage moves my feet, regret fills my lungs Press on, hope is long gone Oblivion still isn’t far away enough to run This torch I carried for who? I don’t remember Was the heat all because of you? I wouldn’t remember No one wants to live a nightmare forever I give up, I crawl out Can I spare one last look? Or will that be the end of me too? After all, you started out the same way Just a shiver that the shadows took. |