Sometimes its more than a memory
A marker of a place in time
I stare deep into my refelction
It copies my frown
Why so sad?
I cry in silence
I cry in the dark
Can't get down
I don't like what I see
I just want to breathe
Barley speak...
My old friend greets me
His tongue was so sharp
His words so deep
His hands so cold
His smile bleeds
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
