Treasure Island

Sean Cunningham

(16th August 1994 / Liverpool)


You never left much but
Your coffee ring stains on
My oakwood table, too
Ingrained to destroy you
Without destroying some
Little bit more of myself.

You've taken enough of me
Already, pieces I will
Never get back. I am
Broken. Broken like the
Jigsaw I would love and
Play with as a child 'til
A piece was lost and then
There was no sense to be
Made of it and was cast
Away, hidden. Forever.

I am cast unto the
Dark, the lonely abyss,
The never-ending void
And it is there I shall
Remain like a wisp, an
Ethereal spirit.
Never really living,
Always close to dying.
My heart, my soul feel torn
From my body and left
Me lost with dilemma
After dilemma like
Losing my way inside
A twilight labyrinth.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013
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