"forsakens" poems
"tingaling captivated
for forsakens sake.
tenderness felt
two souls
memorized
in a haze
deadly utopia
a gentle demeanor
of 'just stay'
mouthed by
a particular
ghost.
insignia...
the secret."
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
Theres a paleman right beside me.
Looking at me as if to ask
Why do you stop?
I listen to him.
As he whispers into my ear.
I know not what he says,
but I know just what he wants.
He stands with his arms at his side,
but they feel as if they were holding me up.
Why must he stand so close to me?
Why must he whisper such words?
Why must he sober me up from my own drug?
Why will he not force me?
I blackman stand just right behind me.
He whispers caring words towards me,
but they reach me and all are empty.
Just like everything else. but still.
He there with me all ways.
All ways there to speak his mind.
He spends each moment trying to urge me.
Urging me to slow the time.
Why must he stand so close?
Why must he hold me there?
Why will not let me lie?
Lie in lines of endless lies?
He is still just standing in me.
Chuckles as I try to stop.
He lifts his arm, and mine just follows.
I stand with him, amongst a flock.
He looks onto all of them,
and through me he latches on.
He leaves me be and forsakens me.
Oh why can I not just move on?
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC