Playing my old guitar , Old days like dead stars, falling apart Memories hold me back, they’re trying to Steal my dreams away I’ve never seen such a lonely heart, making my six string Rot and stale. A broken guitar Broken from inside and outside I can hear the screams of pain that has…
Tag: loss
UNPICKING THE OLDER GIRL
Hands in my face, disfiguring the eye beds figuring, I, me and myself. Losing now, has everything the child had in no defence, and I am finding all the extracts, now the laying lawn has taken in my old somebody else. The damage coaster dips to try, again a chilly abyss. You all don’t get…
the girl on the swing
The girl skipped off the swing and walked away. That swing is moving still; caught, I thought at first, by a slow wind. But its twin, the swing next to it, is dead still. I think that I’m lost in the sky, the leavings of a butterfly; eyes upon the ghost…