Fingers wrapped around throat
Words pricking your soul
-- little thorns that ebb into your heart,
into your mind.
The image forever framed in
gothic black;
Hung in an alley of my darkest memories.
"I'm not *******
playing around"
A scene from a movie
-- an extra reel of their life
that I heroically,
no,
tragically
stepped into. Only to be told
kindly,
to *******
We no longer wish to carry the burden
of other lives.
But some things have been ******
within the view of my eyes,
whether I wish to see them, or bid them
farewell.
911, what's your emergency?
I think our souls are falling apart.
*-lf-
some things cannot be unseen, and they leave your mind going around in endless circles.
© Leelan Farhan
July 22 2013