A few lonely souls

anna_noday

A few lonely souls

Are hunting my ghosts

In a forlorn farmhouse, 

Beside your graveyard.

 

Hard to drive while I'm

Drinking a cup of my tears, 

Shovel is in the back, 

Knives are in my back. 

My trunk is full of you - 

I'm drunk, but I'm trying

My best - against the odds - 

Keeping the car on the road. 

You thought it'll break me - 

You're going back to your folks - 

We argued, you said goodbye. 

But you can't leave me now, can you?

  • Author: anna_noday (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 22nd, 2021 02:37
  • Comment from author about the poem: Love is often mixed with possession, but actually it's two different things.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 16
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    really like the way you captured
    the 'feel' of the 'moment';
    there is no insightful retrospective outlook, to your wording
    of what are just raw intense, realisations
    appearing to you, as your write each line of self-excavated, reasoned: sensation's;
    depicting, being engulfed in this chaos of emotions, wondering
    somewhere - how ludicrous
    that just a few hours ago
    we were two lovebirds, embracing our seemingly faultless romance...
    indeed, that's how slippery
    our connections can become
    and inevitably, when
    our grip - slips
    this is indeed how we feel:
    'Hard to drive while I'm
    Drinking a cup of my tears,
    Shovel is in the back,
    Knives are in my back.
    My trunk is full of you -
    I'm drunk, but I'm trying
    My best - against the odds -
    Keeping the car on the road.'

    • anna_noday

      Thank you so much! 🥺 You really made my day 🥰



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