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Omi Mar 2019
Am I too late my love?
Eyes fixated on me
She stares piercingly into my soul.

She hums,
with sorrow in her eyes.
My heart starts to bleed
Can’t she see my aching heart?

Ok. take my soul
So I am nothing but flesh and bones
Just don’t leave me in this lonely lustful sphere.

Now she screams
Next, she weeps
Why does she weep?
I am finding it hard to breathe
Why can’t I breathe?

Please, just say something before
I drown in my thoughts.
As I attempt to touch her;
they laugh.

O' mother
I see now 
They surround me
My demons.

but it's no use,
now that I'm dead.
Omi Mar 2019
How could I possibly forget you,
you awakened me.
When I think of you, you come to me;
Taking me to long-ago shadows;
Where memories lie;
And now I can’t help but fear you.

A love never seen before.
A love subject to imagination, for it can never crystallize;
But you are with me till my last breath,
And I shall tell you one day; with my unspoken words.
Omi Mar 2019
It departed, but left pain.
For who am I now?
I looked into a mirror and saw its reflection, yet I questioned what I saw.
Could this be me?
Why should I believe this object to reflect I? If I disappear, does it not do the same for the next person?
Horrid at this realization, I run.
She runs too.
She must submerse herself till she chokes to find out who she is
And wait for her third self to save her.
And when she appears,
She must never let go, for this is she;
This is who will save her.

— The End —