Wilting Away
Wilting away
Eyes closed,
Body strewn across the bed,
Covers every where but on,
As I whine, images of you float through my head.
Finally I awake,
But only to the same dreary nightmare,
Your still not here with me,
But should I care?
Years of waiting,
Months of wanting,
Weeks of loneliness,
Days of hunting.
Hours of needing,
Minutes have passed,
I count the seconds,
Oh, how slow I am compared to life, so fast.
I call myself a flower,
Just wilting away,
Slowly, so slowly,
Meant to disappear someday.
Copyright © Abbigale Jordan Mann | Year Posted 2017
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