Artificial hope.

by hiiiii   Dec 1, 2008


I awoke one morning to the cold chill of a bare heart with no internal filling,
I remenised on our memories and they felt so warm and true and I must say quite thrilling.

I felt you were there again because my heart re lit and there was a throbbing feeling behind my chest
I turned around so quickly to feel if you were there but you wernt, I looked around the room thinking you had gone to get dressed.

My mind was filled with artificial hope and I learnt that morning I could no longer cope.

I threw my fists in the air on the balcony and surrendered to the the heavens up high
With this I flung back my head and let out my last and final cry.
My body floated and dropped through the air and my eyes shut and when they awoke the angels were there.

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