I can hear it in your
heartbeat.
The
fear
as you
confront
the skeletons that
lie at your feet.
The shame,
of leaving us.
Blind
and
bleeding
in the dark alley
of your brain.
I see
death
in your eyes.
You shattered
heart.
Glass.
Your dissolving
soul.
Ghosts.
But,
behind the
dark curtain
of hurt,
A candle
flickers
swimming in the
blue.
Faint hope
that this
life
will give you a
second
chance.
Emotions.
I know one of the lines is alot like Vanessa's view in Impulse, I'm sorry is anyone thinks I'm coping. I'm not.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
