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Missing Space
Erin Mcateer |
Time long gone, yet still so close. Remembering the happiness.
The last day, powerful thrusts. Sweet pleasure mixes with agony.
You live in me, but you will never be in me again.
Begging you to take it slow. With much effort I force the fading memories
back. Hearing your voice vividly. It doesn't last long before diminishing.
Come back sweet voice. Do not leave me, like your moon left you!
Promise to return to me with your brilliance.
Those bastards will go to hell for hurting you.
Sitting in your innocence, you felt the pain.
You are lost in the darkness, now I cry, remembering you.
Reality his hard, while immortality speaks in an ugly tone.
Conspiring against me? One thousand hot showers, in silence against the
wall. Needing rushing water to comfort me. Once again, I am let down.
Sitting in my nudity, I feel weak and vulnerable. As if I were an infant
In all that I am capable of, I realize how small I am.
It is now my turn to have engorged eyes.
I read and re-read with an unrealistic goal to search for you through your
words. Speak to me majestically gain, I sit in silence.
Dreams of you. Is that you? You have vanished.
Too far to see tomorrow, too cloudy to understand today. I grieve for you.
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