deep in the middle

as the final kiss came

i knew it was but a few days

 but my anchor was gone

  and the sea was going nuts,

                                         rocking,

                                                    spitting,

                                             screaming like the hounds of hell

     and i was alone

deep in my pit there was a switch

and i could not commit

      to but one prose

         a million lines of everything that tortures me

   

how am i to sleep in our empty bed

   when all i wanna do is burn it down

     how am i to breath 

   when all i want is something to end

the last leaf fell with the snow

and i just was a puddle on a cold plastic floor

 wishing a million of you could cover me like hot summer bees

    and shake till you warm me

but its winter

the house is empty

  except the riot in my head

     

     and me curled up like a rag

  wishing you were home

Reviews

[ANTO]

So well penned 'moo to the world' :D
The loss and the dawning or the anticipation of loss - premonition if you will are equally as devastating I felt.
'the riot in my head...and me curled up like a rag' - agonising and familiar.