"wanst" poems
If I was still alive, you think I'd be proud
of you sticking that chemical imbalance
stuck out of your arm.
The reaper be looking at you
with tears
falling from white waterfalls.
But if I was here, I'd be guarding you from
the mourning of regret.
You tried hard, but misery pushed down
on your artery...
And you tried to explain,
that you were lost
before this moment and couldn't carry the load.
But this was meant to lessen the discomfort
of me leaving you.
I'm still here,cant you hear me talking..
Pulling you back from the abyss of this, our mistake.
It took nine hours of words, dripping into your
subconscious...
your not alone, your not weak, I'll always be here..
with you.
Then you alwoke, it wanst me, but a breath of us.
Family,
friends were my arms and they gripped you.
You'll see me,
hear me in others,
your never ever be alone again.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 6:22 PM UTC