Wherever I go
Whenever I go
I am followed
Through wind and rain,
Hell and high tide
My love and I
Never to be rejoined
Only a shadow
That is cast from a memory
A silhouette of some painful episode
The darkness in extent
Despair! I unearth you
A pale form of a former self
Shrouded encased and enveloped
I exist only in time
My best days behind me
And the future I no longer yearn
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Author:
Emile Dubois (
Offline) - Published: September 21st, 2016 14:21
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Comments1
That must have hurt a lot. Nice.
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