the last days of summer

the last days of summer

my vision blurs

the darkness creeps around the edges

eating away at my thoughts

taking me away

slowly

surely

leaving me screaming

crying

i breathe normally now

slowly regain my balance

the people around me stare at me

"look at him" "what's wrong with him?"

they conspire to take me away

to take all my thoughts

lock them in a box 

throwing it away

leaving my rotting corpse

in a psych ward somewhere

probably up north

somewhere with an ocean view

somewhere

where i'm not allowed to think

i regain control of my feet

they carry me

all the way 

back to the forest

where we first kissed

i cry

again

for no reason

not for you anyway

not for anyone

no one

but me

the skies darkens

as the day goes by

i come here every day

only to observe the people

coming and going

our names are still here

written in the tree

we were everyting

now we are nothing

now i am nothing

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Many thoughts and places in the poetry. You took the reader with you to deep thoughts and personal battles. Strong flow of thoughts led to strong ending. Thank you my friend for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[RayLynn]

This is a really beautiful piece full of raw heartbreak, I enjoyed reading it, but am sorry this happened to you, keep writing