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Jan 2011
The fogs rolls in
and blinds me.
The world tips.
I cannot stand.

Falling hard
but unable to feel.
Landing in front of you.

You see an opportunity.
The girl you've chased
In front of you.

I can't think straight...
I can't push you away...
It doesn't feel right...

So unclear.
So strange.
My body can't do
what my brain tells it.
What's happening to me?

The fog clears.
I can sit up straight.
My head aches.
My body is sore.

My clothes lay around me
in careless piles.
My pride shattered
and laying in a pool of my own blood.

Like a child in the womb
I curl into a safe position
letting my tears fall.
Crying out in a loud voice
that no one hears

He took from me
all I had left

I want to be in that fog once more.
I don't want to feel
anymore.
Molly Grace
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