EQD Posted April 3, 2009 Share Posted April 3, 2009 really really young. like about--16. anyway i didnt even know it existed until now. so critique me 6 years ago. "Gain" I am here lying in the bed we made love in the bed that we used to say "love" in But that love is no longer here Its not in my heart It disappeared Not even a hole or feeling of emptiness that perhaps is the reason for sorrow I dont miss you, i confess But i do miss love I miss showing and feeling it for someone It gave me purpose when nothing else mattered This sorrow not near enough for a gun But my soul, still numb, broke and tattered ----i dont know if this second part is part of the same poem or a new one--- I feel adrift on a raft at sea without thinking or feeling time and hope are lost and beyond recall i stare at the sky my disheveled and bruised body strewn upon the raft like a bony drape I wait I wait Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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