Traces
Bound by your presence
A torture to erase,
You have taken,
a piece of my existance
That cannot be salvaged.
In this cold winters night
Numbness, crys me to sleep.
Dont wake me from, this slumber
For its my only, peace.
A silent cry, I weep.
A fallen tear, that speaks.
A lonely heart, that mourns
Lingers in my speech.
Im not sober in existence
But transparent, in my flesh.
A abandoned spirit,
Now occupies, my emptiness.
Copyright © Cherie Thomas | Year Posted 2013
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