I Love Writing and Reading Poetry
ALONE
All morning, all day, all evening, and all night existing as one only in the mind and out of pain's sight.
Lover making love with no one but myself all the time; sharing with no one but myself my life.
Only laughing to the sound of my own thoughts, reads, reacting to needs; simply looking forward to sleep.
Near-death dreams of escaping this hindrance are creating delusional thoughts of running away from this prison.
Every once in a while I feel the whispered breath of an angel's reassurance just before the light of death has made an appearance.
~RebelOfSouthernExpression
All morning, all day, all evening, and all night existing as one only in the mind and out of pain's sight.
Lover making love with no one but myself all the time; sharing with no one but myself my life.
Only laughing to the sound of my own thoughts, reads, reacting to needs; simply looking forward to sleep.
Near-death dreams of escaping this hindrance are creating delusional thoughts of running away from this prison.
Every once in a while I feel the whispered breath of an angel's reassurance just before the light of death has made an appearance.
~RebelOfSouthernExpression
51-55, F
