all you see are memories of me
stuck in a trance
of letting me leave
forbidden to touch
your sweet love
just within reach but fading
its only a dream
wiping your eyes
as you pick up another drink
swallowing that poison but never your pride
bottling your emotions
left you alone
entrapped in your thoughts
with no one to hold.
t.g ‘ 22
deep.
this is great work. Iron mans new favorite poem. love this one