on the dock of life
within the ocean of remorse
come down from your head
sink within my words
look out upon the open water
into a lake of memories
pale like your eyes
i wish i could cry
purpose in the everliving corrosion
come to the edge of happiness
don't leap just yet
you are the end from the beginning
goodnight-
goodbye-
the water is cold on my skin
oh how you are the exit
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
