The walls around
Hold an empty space
Inside them, I sit
In this forgotten place
Their memories weak
Mine lit on fire
Like waves crushing
My last desire
Forlorn and longing
For illusions and dreams
Things that once were, but
No longer what it seems
The sky is the ceiling
Only walls that surround
The only way in is through
The door on the ground
Time has killed us
Only I inside
Their surfaces now rot
For they truly died
This now empty space
Sends illusions of pain
Holding nothing back
Not leaves, wind or rain
This is no more a shelter
It is broken down and old
Time has consumed it
With termites and mold
Each floorboard holds footsteps
These walls here can talk
The gold fallen staircase
Still holds their walk
The leaves wither here
And flow freely through
The room that once held
more colors than blue
Colors, everything fading
Save the memories in my heart
If only I could truly forget
Or go back and restart
I've tried leaving it behind
To forget and move on
But it's hard remaining forever
When the ones you love are dead and gone
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...wow
... wow indeed. Tilla ROCKS!!!! *hugglz a protesting Tilla*
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