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Jan 2018
There used to be a time when each breath was clear of ash
When my hands weren't bloodied with someone else's pain
I didn't fully comprehend just how long I've been on this train
How long my lungs have been at a standstill
It's been awhile since I've been able to see
through the frosted windows and it's been even longer
since I've wanted to do more than just
watch the world pass me by

I remember a time when smiles weren't forced
and the only real evil was not having pancakes for dinner
I've missed the warmth of an embrace and the
comfort of having someone else's hand in mine
Dec 2017
derelictmemory
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derelictmemory  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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   Bek Blanchard
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