Eric Hunter

Dying - Poem by Eric Hunter

Gazing across the cracked plains of my soul
I see a mirage of the person I once used to be
No traces of my heart or the happiness you stole
This transparent illusion is all that’s left of me

Nothing grows where there once was a forest
Everything good in me died when our love died
I can’t stand the emptiness in my chest
When you promised me forever you lied

The clock on my wall stands still at midnight
And the hand of my soul is frozen on sadness
I no longer have the will to fight
Whether I live or die matters less

Oh to once more taste your tender lips on mine
To run my fingers through your soft hair
Oh the sun has set, never again to shine
Into my cell where I sit on this throne of despair

Topic(s) of this poem: alone, sad

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 23, 2015

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