I finally close my eyes

Nostalgia for yesterday

Tears roll down my cheeks

Never again hold your hand

Never again to touch your face


Angels have fallen for less

And I will fall too

With a bottle pressed against my head

So I can forget

Your name on my lips

The last thing I'll say

Before I'm carried away


Lay me down

Beneath the ground

Among a bed of wildflowers

And a red clay halo

Surrounded by the broken

As the rain gently falls


These tears that I'm crying

Will fall upon your face

Gently, oh so coldly

My very last embrace

S74rw4rd's picture

Similtaneously beautiful and

Similtaneously beautiful and sad; and profoundly poignant in a way that would be hard to imitate.


Seraphim's picture

A Thought

It is said that there is beauty in suffering,; yet that doesn't make it any less melancholy.

Post Tenebras Spero Lucem

S74rw4rd's picture

That is profoundly wise.

That is profoundly wise.


Sassylass's picture


Word weaving.

sad,poignant, reflective,

enjoyed it


Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....



Seraphim's picture

Thank You

Thank You.

Post Tenebras Spero Lucem