A Poem
Morbid lines,
Stricken heart.
Pain with no words,
Body with no soul.
Filled with lies,
Truth behind dark eyes.
A heart with no passion,
Eyes filled with uncried tears.
Confusion,
Desire,
Darkness.
I see in you what I want,
Never to take,
But wanting painfully.
Sadness,
Loneliness,
All alone.
Tell me what you need me to be,
Catch me falling,
So I fall no more.
Copyright © Chantel Gratton | Year Posted 2011
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