Sunday, December 28, 2014

My Poetry - Ghostly Grip


It must take some talent
Being able to grip me with no hands
Nothing visible on the surface, only buried deep within

I trick myself, with similar bodies and similar motions
The same kindness is present, but my subconsious gets the better
You are no where to be found, and no where in sight
Yet, I can feel you, burying your face in mine

You've suffocated me, you've blinded me
To make me only see you

After every good moment, I imagine you there
Because that's how it used to be.
You were once always there.



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