Oct 2015
And I write more
Now that you are gone.
I thought my feelings trapped,
Caged in a *windowless cell,
No reference to dawn or dusk,
Except a single fleeting flame.
Your departure left a void,
A compromised piece
Of a windowless cell.
Your departure granted an escape.
An outside world,
Encompassed with paper,
Craving a touch of graphite,
Shows the beauty of vandalism.
Bloodied with dying words,
Dampened with longing words,
Branded with claiming words,
Kissed with loving words,
A world of emotion,
Where none are reserved,
For those who have
Lived, loved, lost, and laid.
*And I thank you
Now that I am free.
Now that you are gone.
I thought my feelings trapped,
Caged in a *windowless cell,
No reference to dawn or dusk,
Except a single fleeting flame.
Your departure left a void,
A compromised piece
Of a windowless cell.
Your departure granted an escape.
An outside world,
Encompassed with paper,
Craving a touch of graphite,
Shows the beauty of vandalism.
Bloodied with dying words,
Dampened with longing words,
Branded with claiming words,
Kissed with loving words,
A world of emotion,
Where none are reserved,
For those who have
Lived, loved, lost, and laid.
*And I thank you
Now that I am free.
