[YOU WILL NEVER KNOW]
- vincent immanuel pang
I spend all my waking hours
Amongst past memories
Hurts and disappointments
Believing it will vanish by the morrow.
Was I secretly wishing they would stay?
Devastated by the fear;
If they go, there will be nothing left to hold.
It seems that is all I have left of you.
While daylight sees me;
I go through the motion evading sympathetic eyes.
As evening beckons in my bedroom
It seems melancholy is all that is left of me.
But I can fly away
On these wings of sadness
I am brought to a refuge with no shelter
On the edge of nowhere.
For a momentary lapse of reason
I am drunk under a sea of analgesia
For the comfort that they bring
I escape the harsh reality of pain.
I wake up from the anaesthetics
The fair sun reminding me
Perhaps today they will go away
Perchance today they perish with me.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
0 comments:
Post a Comment