I am loosing my fucking mind over you. My every waking hour is haunted by your absence. Every warm memory of you takes form of a blade, ripping straight through my chest. I long to hear the rain and the sounds of you sleeping. Laying alone my bed feels like a coffin cold, lonely, lacking of any small comfort. My demons stir sharpening their claws using my heart like a wet stone. Teeth showing from sinister grins as they whisper temptation. I wonder…. how far is the fall once you’ve been kicked out of heaven ?
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Author:
Jonathan Merida (
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The answer only to earth. A most interesting poem and thought expressed in poetic form
You hear the desperation of missing a loved one and asking how long does that pain go on for, nicely expressed write
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