My Final Trick

It's overwhelmingly with sadness, a feeling of sick
That you thought you had control of me like magic
There's no gasoline covering me, put away the matchstick
The emptiness that possesses you is tragic
Your words are just a glass house, mine are the brick
Sails are at full mast, away from you preffering pelagic
I am no magician, but me disappearing will be my final trick
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Anaya Avatar
August 21, 2023 at 7:02 PM
Faving your magic, A.S. Who wouldn't want to be blanketed by your sail. No longer will I be that flop of a fish in a glass bowl. Never! Then again.;)
Scorpio Avatar
August 21, 2023 at 7:22 PM
;) Your are too kind Anaya! I owe you a visit that is long over due dear friend! Warmest Regards! A.S.
Hind Avatar
July 6, 2023 at 2:29 PM
It's painful, the end of relationships. I do hope everything with you will be okay.
Scorpio Avatar
July 6, 2023 at 3:05 PM
I'm good Paige ;) I write poems like this to help remind people that there is survival even after love is lost on one spectrum. Provided you can keep your heart open the possibility of finding it again. I absolutely appreciate your consideration for my well being though! A.S.
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