Treasure Island

Curt Simmons


Alone


Scented stains of regret lay dormant upon the throne of where dreams are made,
The sight of my eyes pierce through the idealistic lining of your world,
It moves on through to your physical shell into the vacant hole where your soul was,
I will not search for your soul anymore,
I am starting to loose my own as if its being sucked out by the vacuum of your unspoken words,
I wish that you would utter any words that show true feeling or love,
For anything,
But I am alone,
With you I am alone,
My loss of feeling search for yours has transformed me into a drone,
Your drone,
Still alone,
My thoughts have now consumed the nothingness that created the substance of your world.

Submitted: Saturday, November 16, 2013

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