poet Kathryn Garner

Kathryn Garner

The Hours Past Tipsy

i want to forget what its like
without this so called healing
heres always a place with the forgotten
ill just lay here in this feeling
of a head rush and death
just let me remain here
just leave me for the rest
of them to take me near
near to the forgotten

ive always got the time
always have enough remains
to stay where im binded
why cant i decay from these chains? ?
oh, anything is better than this
laying on the cold wet floor
laying with a last kiss
from my love as they locked the door

he layed there with me
but was taken far too soon
and now in the darkness i can see
that im lead straight to my doom
by the one and only
that i trusted to be so very dear
the one thats died to leave me lonly
the one whos skin meets my tear

please dont make me stay up agian
wishing the bed wasnt so empty
and god knows where hes been
with the hours past past tipsy
i finally drag myself through the door
starring blankly along the bed
as though i expected more
but why the hell should i?
why should i want?
for now i am dead

i couldnt feel his touch anyways

Poem Submitted: Friday, March 16, 2007
Poem Edited: Thursday, February 3, 2011

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