Still Poem by Sydney La Roche

I don't lust for imprisonment,
Or ignorance of a blissful life.
I place trust into my torment,
Bleeding like my veins through time.

We both tried to camoflauge
The cavity in our hearts.
Our reality was sabotaged
And we were happily torn apart.

You wrote so fluently,
But your words could not erase your pain.
I got drunk so innocently,
But the wine could not erase your name.

I can't hold on to me this time.
I've filled my head with things benign.
I wish we held on to the light,
But nothing changes my will to fly.

And I forgive you after all...
All we ever did and said.
But in the end, I had to fall
And on this troubled path,
I will always tread.

I don't want to be alone.
That's why I was so scared,
To ever let it go.
I pretended not to care.

Back then it never made much sense,
But now I see our journey's ended.
Or perhaps we're on a whole new quest.
Perhaps one day all will be mended.
I don't know much. I never will.
But what ever happens now,
I still feel and think the same.
I feel you in the clouds,
Still.