John Smithson

On The Back Of My Eyelids

Poem by John Smithson

I dont know what happened,
one day you're here, the next you're gone
and we stop without a start

it was jerked from my hands so abruptly
the english language fails me of the words i need
to describe my conflict

the chemicals help me fall asleep
to dizzy to find the 'sweet dreams' you once gave me
your voice the last i hear
your face the last i see
burning on the back of my eyelids

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 18, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011