art from google



apologies to her who knows …





I walk through this neverending thicket,


thorns jabbing at my side, 


left out in the cold, a shimmering blade,

slicing emotions apart,


as she prepares once more, to depart.

I find her settled in a corner of my manic mind,

shedding yesteryears moulting skin,


beating through the foggy thicket,

my feelings flailing, gnawing, stretching my mania thin.



She leaves, burying herself deep,

in the convoluted recesses of my remaining senses,


having stormed the ramparts,

overrunning my paper thin  defences.



Do tell her that I miss her,

and all the moments we shared,


do please also tell her that I am sorry.


I was cold.

I should have cared.


art from google

love | peace | respect

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