Lost

Touch the light
Watch it fade
Let your dreaming
Drift away
Count your seconds
On one hand
The glass that flows
Is out of sand
Opened bottle
Tilted glass
Parting words
Unholy mass
Speaking soundless
To no one
Fear the air
That fills your lungs
Break the silence
Smoking lead
Peaceful grief
Words are read
Eyes still closed
Your reap is none
Chances lost
What's done is done

Reviews

[Cherrie]

Excellent flow of words, but so very sad.

[Whimsy Gonser]

Thank you for taking the time to review. It's so appreciated.
Poetry has always been a form of therapy for me. A way of reasoning with myself, and putting things into perspective.

[Kat]

I honestly love this. It has a very powerful message. Well done and keep writing my friend!

[Whimsy Gonser]

Thank you so much :-)