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 Mar 2014 Yhama ButterFly
Xyns
Walls collapse
Bridges crumble

Letters burn
Voices fade

Ringing stops
Bodies shiver

This is life
And death is her sister
O sweet darling,
I hold your beautiful image tightly,
I wrap you firmly in my arms,
I inhale your sweet-scent,
invigorating me with
your splendid memory.

You are truly special,
concocted from
the heavens above
& no matter
what path you take,
rest assured dear lady,
I will not drop you,
I will never let you go,
for you are lovely to hold,
too precious to lose.

You are indeed
my delicious apple,
you are the light,
you are the love in my eyes.
The heating blanket is my friend,
it keeps me warm in my cocoon,
safe from the cool drafts
of the spinning fan,
who keeps me company,
constantly circulating
the stale air
hanging around,
above me
in my empty room.
I slip inside,
I slip deep inside
your dreams
every night
& I wonder,
I wonder if you even know it,
tossing & turning,
burning,
yearning for better days
you drift,
sleep under
the millions of stars
I wish upon.
She wins...
She always does

After a long busy stay
From missing her all day
I go home to her
And she's there, she's always there,
Patient, soothing and tender
Luring me to bed...
As I fight her charms,
Trying to stay up; workaholic impulse raging!

I win...
For a moment or so

Daring to focus
For a couple more hours
Desperate not to give in
At least not without a fight.
She peeks out from our bedroom
Sneaking up from behind,
As I snooze momentarily
But I can't win this fight, there's no use trying!

Accepting defeat, I embrace her
Letting her caress me

She entraps me all night
I'm lost, against my will
I know I'll wake up guilty,
Wishing I could send her away
But I'm stuck with her for life
And she takes so much of my time
Time I could use for work
But no, she won't let go; not when I always yield!

And no, she's not my wife
She's not even my girlfriend
Not some girl from across the street
Just a nobody, named Sleep!


© Raphael Uzor
What were you thinking?
I want sunflowers and razzels
Not chocolate and roses
I want to dance in the sun
Not kiss in the rain
I want a love
Not a valentine
Oh that old dirt road
Leading to my once
One and only home
I miss you.

You've been stained
With blood and tears
But blessed
With laughter and love

You led me to light

You were
a beacon
of hope

an escape

my ecstasy

my everything.

But in the end
your only just
An old dirt road

And my memories
Aren't written in stone
No, they left with the wind
So I shall make new ones
On another old dirt road
Again and again.
Loving an addict comes with a price
It NEVER gets easier watching someone
Blindly commit suicide
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