Postponed
She went away like all the others…
Now I long for her tender touch…
I writhe in my twisted mind…
She left me with only memories,
which I violently clutch…
I awaken in drenched sheets; screaming…
There is no consultation; no one to tell me I’m dreaming…
I’m left to slay my dragons and fight my demons alone…
I guess those plans for happiness will have to be postponed…
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2013
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