The next time you see me I will
not be well
I’ll have aged a hundred years for each
day you’ve been gone
My eyes will be turgid
Inflated with tears
My body will have atrophied
Been reduced to limp flesh
My nights will be horrific
Filled with agonies & torments &
restless hours longing for your
voice, your
smile
My dreams will be
hell-guided flights through
vacuities, Great
voids, Great
distances will be
keeping us apart
Come sit by my side when you
see me this way
Pray for me, Stay with me for
just a little while
And when you must go, please
walk away firmly
Before your sweet scent
fills me once again
with new
life, new
hope
I have no desire to
live like this
again
And suffer
twice.
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| Agony by Liz Viztes. source: fineartamerica |
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