The taking away of a loved one by law officials and locking them up causes so much pain for not only the defendant, but those in their lives. This is my first attempt since she was locked up to express just a part of the pain of her absence.
Why I sleep, if at all, is the reason I'm alone.
I feel the loss, I feel so lost, so why do I feel at all?
Feeling alone, I've lost my feelings, feeling so f****** lost.
The room is the same, the same way it was, it was on the day she was taken.
They took her away, took her to pay, and to pay for it she will.
Her things are how, how she left them, she left me how she did.
She did this she says, she says she is sorry, she says she never will.
Now I sit, alone in my room, her things just how she left them.
I move around them, not move them around, they'll be just how she left them.
This part of me is the part of my anger, angry because she wasted,
Wasted the time she could've had with me with fools she won't remember.
I hope she knows; she knows I hope, that when she comes back to me,
Her home is right here, wherever here will be, wherever I am is home.
I will be where it is that she, must comply and lay her head,
Fulfill the debt, alone inept, Baby, come back home.
Poetry by Bonehead83
Read 258 times
Written on 2021-02-19 at 11:46
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Just How She Left Them
Alone I sit, alone I sleep, that is if I sleep at all.Why I sleep, if at all, is the reason I'm alone.
I feel the loss, I feel so lost, so why do I feel at all?
Feeling alone, I've lost my feelings, feeling so f****** lost.
The room is the same, the same way it was, it was on the day she was taken.
They took her away, took her to pay, and to pay for it she will.
Her things are how, how she left them, she left me how she did.
She did this she says, she says she is sorry, she says she never will.
Now I sit, alone in my room, her things just how she left them.
I move around them, not move them around, they'll be just how she left them.
This part of me is the part of my anger, angry because she wasted,
Wasted the time she could've had with me with fools she won't remember.
I hope she knows; she knows I hope, that when she comes back to me,
Her home is right here, wherever here will be, wherever I am is home.
I will be where it is that she, must comply and lay her head,
Fulfill the debt, alone inept, Baby, come back home.
Poetry by Bonehead83
Read 258 times
Written on 2021-02-19 at 11:46
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
josephus |
Texts |
by Bonehead83 Latest textsIgnoring YouRage Home Come for Me The Hole to Fill |
Increase font
Decrease