Scribbler Of Verses Poet I do not know?

Parallel Lines

I am lost, and broken,

trapped alone,
in a foggy crevasse,

wedged between sanity | madness | anguish.


I lose, and break,

memories taunting,
my waking thoughts,

stripping me bare | naked | exposed.


I survive, barely breathing,

slipping deeper,
into nothingness,

feeling little | shattered | numb.

I am incomplete, without you,

broken and fatigued,

gnawed by emptiness | desolation | pain.


I persist, each breath futile,

crushed, yet alive,
comforted knowing only,

that you breathe | you live | and you love.

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Amethyst Stone March 9, 2013 at 4:53 AM Wow, awesome emotions Scribbler. All captured together, makes it so intense! Scribbler Of Verses March 9, 2013 at 5:04 AM Thank you, Rienie! I am more touched that my scribble touched you... have a peaceful, warm, kind day :-)