Air

Things change over time.

You should know this by now.

You do not change you are just the same,

but how? I do not comprehend.

My heart cannot ever mend after its broken this deep.

You remain unphased by loves stubborn bruise.

I want to know.

To know how you flow with the wind and see what we do not.

Tell me your secrets. Tell me your fears.

You have so many.

I would never have guessed so.

You seemed so unchanded like you didn't really care,

But now I see that you do.

You are the fine air.

The air that we breathe that we take in each day your fading and fading and fading away.

Your losing your grasp on the ones who have heart.

The ones who have soul,

who have meaning to start.

Your lost for their loss since they took their own lives.

They left you behind with ropes chains and sad knives.

Your losing your hold and it's a fatal grasp.

I hope that things change and that this does not last.

But do not blame yourself for the loss of these souls,

They'd been buried away bit bit bit gaining holes.

Holes that can't fill again,

Holes that won't mend.

The couldn't carry on. But can't come back again.

They miss you sweet air. Every breath that they took. They miss you and don't want change where they once stood.

Reviews

[Sunny]

I like the line ' you are the fine air' The poem has a nice feel to it but it could be more polished so that the lines read easier. Good work :)

[Mary]

i like this it is one of your best,it needs a little touch ups but it is really good!:) Keep it up and i hope you can get over this saddness that has been in your work lately!!:):)