Frayed
Frayed
My life is full of glad, then sad.
Streams of tears one minute,
then dry bitter laughter.
The only sound at times,
is the rustle of my breathing,
wrapped around a crushed heart.
I have my days,
your memory fills my way,
I remember your smile.
it keeps me going a while.
then I have my days when I know you are gone,
a dry, lonely well in the desert.
My touch is numb, my passions forgotten,
one brush of your hand could kill me.
Bottled up are so many feelings,
The ones that I wanted to share with you.
Long sleepless nights, images flashing,
causes me to reach out to discover,
only the remnants of your presence.
Worn out memories of you,
frayed, being used too much,
there were so few.
I have to feel sorry for me,
cause there is no one else,
The endless black night,
won't relent, so I walk floors,
almost worn out by pacing feet.
Then when sleep wraps me up,
I have to get up to face another bleak day.
Hoping not to see you with someone else,
holding each other as we once did.
Allen R Cleveland
06/09/2006
Copyright © Allen R. Cleveland | Year Posted 2009
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