Losing
Memories passing me.
Ghosts are haunting me.
Itching for a way out,
Thirsting in her drought.
Sutures with no amends,
Pretend, it's just in my head.
Sweet thoughts, calming.
Her words of velvet, embalming.
Here I am, trying to hate.
Whilst hanging with just a taste,
I'm losing touch with reality,
Losing touch with her,
Losing touch with myself
Trying to hate,
but only adoring.
She still lives in my ever-confused mind.
Copyright © Phillip Sohn | Year Posted 2010
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