familiar strangerA Poem by Moebia.
I still think of it, you know,
my torturing thoughts and I visit each other quite frequently I still cry, and crouch low knees on the floor, never really learned how to cope just right never really built the barrier between you and reality, so you come and go like the ocean waves it's heartbreaking how you pry your way into my mind from time to time I still allow the thoughts to rape me. though I never had much of a say in that I don't think I've ever met someone as malicious as you to take me--render me a helpless victim; how could you? me tears are your smiles my blood is your laughter why don't you just kill me already?
© 2015 MoebiaAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 7, 2015 Last Updated on March 7, 2015 AuthorMoebiaSomebody's Nosy, TXAboutI am no writer of the sort. These are my musings, my arts, my flutters of thought. Call them what you may--but a poet is not anything that I am. I have been immersed in my violin for nearly a deca.. more..Writing
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