Hopeless Inside
The face as clear a memory as a glossy picture,
The words sting my heart as snakes would,
I remember, I remember, I remember.
Each day I seek to understand why,
The past trailing behind me,
Trying to smother me with a pillow of darkness,
There were two of us, but it only matters to me.
Dedicating my thoughts to this being,
Oblivious, simple, ignorant,
Waiting to find his replacement;
Another cold-blooded reptile in this swamp.
Sipping sharp liquor from cheap glasses at night,
Clutching the pages setting out the tale,
I seek to forget.
Copyright © Night Prophet | Year Posted 2015
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment