The Deja Vu Remains

The morning coffee boils over

My stomach's churning as you take a step forward

and I step back

 

Like an ocean, widespread and neverending

I can't see past the failing horizon

Colours morphing into black and white,

black and white, black and white

 

Firm in my back pocket contains

the secrets of my lusts and lies

the deja vu remains

Our hearts break and strain to remain the same

 

The rocks disinegrate into sand

like particles in this photo form

Your hand I held throughout the storm

Your fingertips I struggle to hold to now

Author's Note

It's a free verse poem. Please critique!

Reviews

[Keira]

Wow, this is so sad...
(At least that's what I'm taking from it)

I personally loved the lines:

Your hand I held throughout the storm
Your fingertips I struggle to hold to now

and

Our hearts break and strain to remain the same

They completely took my breath away, and stole my soul into wanting to comfort, as did the whole piece.
Very well done.

~Keira~