'To you i say, goodbye.'
By blackheart
Empty plain come driftwood, A branch upon my chest, Pushing steep against my heart, A brief mistake now laid to rest. A circle through a stream, Decreasing slowly; surely. Ending at a morning wake, Rehearse your coming beauty. Floating slowly backwards, A sinking through blind gaze, Losing sites to stay aloft, For i am nothing; am easily replaced! Repeat my surly pointlessness, A wit no further; dead. Breathing holding slowly, Wish to waste my daily test? Empty, drift, misplaced, Now leaving dawn for sunshine, A hand clasped fast now, Won’t let go of what’s to be found… A raising heart still beating, Through drums it lingers dry, Singing on the strings of love, To say, goodbye. Written December 11th, 2001 © on Dec 11 2001 02:49 AM PST, harry luck 18 • 0 • 10
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"Empty plain come driftwood,..."