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Jan 2013
my mind retraces the same lines
the same memories
the same times
it screams "I miss you, I need you..
where are you?"

I walk this empty night
the thin branches dance
the stars gleam and twinkle
the chill seeps down to my bones
into to my heart,  
then reaches to my toes

my head is flooded
judgement already muddled
lost inside my mind
locked safe where no one can find--

those thoughts that make me cringe,
make me shake with fear
I dont want to worry you my dear


"but where are you?"
Archetypes Anonymous
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   tracey combs
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