He heard it all
the loss, the pain
how she was no longer sane.
Evenings spent kneeling,
crying and screaming,
over a white cup, begging.
for what these lines begin with.
Like a broken lightbulb,
he watched her light fade
and nothing stayed
not even the
Pages she filled,
begging for whatever it is
these lines begin with.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
He heard it all
the loss, the pain
how she was no longer sane.
Evenings spent kneeling,
crying and screaming,
over a white cup, begging.
for what these lines begin with.
Like a broken lightbulb,
he watched her light fade
and nothing stayed
not even the
Pages she filled,
begging for whatever it is
these lines begin with.
