Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Slowly Dying


Raindrops,
wash all over me.
Oh darkness,
cover me up.

May the silence
ever deafen me,
and all emptiness
fill my heart.

I feel the pain
grow inside,
as the numbness
settles in.

You stabbed me
yet are unaware.
I slowly die,
you walk away.

Raindrops,
how I treasure you,
the evening darkness
I do prize.

J.A.Scott

2 comments:

  1. These words are sad yet refreshing. The poem has nice closure, if that makes any sense. :/

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    1. Thanks for reading, thanks for the kind words.
      Yes, it makes sense. I understand.

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