Run, Bailey, run–
aim for the hills,
field of daffodils;
never look back,
cause it hurts much
seeing you from afar.
Dense cloud of blood
from the tube in your arms–
refrain from crying;
all the pills sting,
I watched you screaming–
It's hell to see you like that.
Maybe I'm bad
to let you down;
it pains on my part,
to see you like that–
one proper goodbye,
I watched you fly.
Run, Bailey, run–
aim for the skies,
blue paradise;
never look back,
don't want you to see me cry,
don't want you to hear me sigh.
So run, Bailey, run-
run towards the light.
YOU ARE READING
Abandoned
PoetryI come before you asking to come here and see- here lies a poetic anthology of pain, deception, and agony... Abandoned. (2024)
