Ghost Like

Tearing me apart.

Water slowly freezing in my heart.

Trees falling naked of their leaves.

Taking it in, slowly she breathes.

With thread I’m holding myself together.

Body as fragile as a feather.

Maybe I’m too late.

Starting to suffocate.

Trying to gasp for air.

When there’s nothing there.

Searching for old memories.

I’m no one but me.

I’m confused, who am I?

When did I die?

Why can’t I recall?

How fast did I fall?

Can I be free?

Help me believe.

When did I give up, stop trying?

When did my wings break, preventing me from flying?

I don’t remember the sorrows before.

I don’t remember when my body tore.

Why can’t I feel?

Why is the rope unwinding on this wheel?

Who am I to turn to?

When my body dies, skin faded blue.

Reviews

[Aella.lives]

This one makes me think that it should be a song, love this.

[Broken Like An Angel]

Thank you all for the wonderful reviews. I love having other's opinions on my writing. I'm glad you like it.

[Pierre Aberrance]

Great dark imagery.

[C.]

i love this

[TWISTED NIGHTMARE]

again this is an amazing poem...you are a great writer...there is so much emotion and your poems flow wonderfully...