Lost. - Poem by Matthew English
I can’t sleep;
knowing you’re in his arms,
wrapped in his covers,
trapped in his spell.
Tears run down my cheek;
knowing you're passed out on his floor,
eyes glazed, reaching for the door,
dominated by his charm.
The whisky trickles down my throat;
trying to forget your dreaded fate,
as your mind is dead to the world,
sharing his comatose.
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