Ghost of Poet's Past.

by Pondering Thoughts Of Nothing   Jun 17, 2009


It's so cold,
This empty place.
My heart starts to beat,
My mind starts to race.
Overwhelmed by the past,
No cares for the future.
Just longing for those feelings
Of salvation and nurture.
I remember those moments from which love was created.
But that passion has faded and these words are dated.
I'm scared of those bonds,
Oh how they unraveled.
But my mind's eye sees how far we have traveled.
Bonds fray and unravel, but they never quite break,
This longing is sinful, but in sin i partake.
I fear for my being,
There's an ache in these bones
It's horrifying how I didn't notice I was alone.

There's an ache for the past, and ache in these bones.
Without you by my side, I just feel so alone.

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