Solace Poem by Ivory Irving

The ghost of your memory
Amongst the cloud of my dreams
The sun should be remedy
Though it’s not at all as it seems

The moon makes its debut
With its whimsical blue hue
But my dreams transform
Into nightmares of you

Your memory is an echo
You fade everyday
But when I try to let go
In my dreams you will stay

The anguish in your voice
As you call to come back
But I refrain from rejoice
Before it all fades to black

No.

I must let you go
Before I lose all of me
The look in your eyes
I don’t like what I see

As I look to you
And you look to me
Familiar and so eerily
Your vision flickers like a dark entity
So naturally, I grasp on tighter, recklessly.

Solace, in your demons I hide
Solace, in your lips I unwind
Somehow rotting and decaying flowers
Manage to undyingly give you persuasive powers.