ExistentialSarah

You're Gone

 

Windswept sky,

The ceiling distorts.

Clouds stretch out and skew.

I bide my time waiting for halflife,

as radio active feelings

bleach with barren truth.

 

 

Comments1

  • Neville

    I found these words by chance and am now, so very glad I did.. cheers... Neville



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.