Without breath, I cannot venture further.
Each step leading me backwards, pounding on the walls, yet no sound escapes.
Five months have passed, or maybe days, or is it years, or even seconds, I can' tell.
I dip my hat one more time, the last time.
I struggle to move, I stand here trapped in my own head.
A living hell, looking over you.
There is no more tomorrow, only yesterday.
I wipe my face, I caress your cold cheek.
I turn and walk away leaving the best part of me with you.
I step out, or is it in, to the world, or your arms, I cant tell anymore.
Life is no more, wait for me and I will talk to you again.
Tomorrow, inside this hell, inside my head, where I am trapped.
Goodbye my love, until your tomorrow, until my time is done I will meet you again.
I'll lay beneath the dirt with you then.
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A Collection of Short Stories & Poems
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