Forsaken

I search

for your soul

in every passing stranger's face.

Knowing it is too late.

 

I dreamt

we met again

soothing all the pain between us.

The cruellest of dreams.

 

I crucify

time through mourning

yet it cannot hold back dawning,

of my emancipation.

 

© Katypoetess 2016

Katypoetesslovelove poetry

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Nigel Astell

Sat 11th Jun 2016 07:43

dark dreams feelings stir
thinking pain must stop
this poem tells me
impossible is your punishment.

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