Do you see me
i walk through the cold dark morgue, to where you weep over me, i walk upon silent feet, reaching towards you, my heart breaking at your pain... do you see me? i stand by your side at the grave, wishing i could tell you i love you, seeking to hold you in my arms, making everything right again, it hurts watching you suffer so, do you see me? i lay beside you in our bed, watching you hold the picture of us in your arms, sobs of grief like rain upon our faces, i want to brush away the tears, and heal your broken heart, do you see me? i sit beside you in the early morning light, as you stare at the bottle in your hands, i feel your dispair and your grief, so i touch your cheek and you cry once more, do you see me? is it me that causing you this pain? putting you through all this suffering? maybe i should let you go, let you heal and forget me, so you can live once more, as the woman i love not this broken shell... please dont see me.....
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