Needles sting down my spine.
One by one they start to aline...

Laying on the sands of perdition,
Seemingly all my doubt arose...

Haunting echos
Secluded in the depths of my mind...

What once was bliss
From just one little kiss...

Her laugh
Her smile...

My mind fades in and out
The colors of my emotions...

In my mind is grief and sorrow
For frozen little droplets...

Sitting in this chair
Wondering if I dare...

Not sure if this really counts as a poem, i was...

This is a work in prgress, do not comment or rate...
As I take a deep breath my mind gains control...

Horizon of fire
Burning o so vibrantly...

Out of sight but not out of mind;
Lying in this bed wishing what was, had not been...