Gone
This is a poem dedicated to my little one we lost on the 16th June 2018. I wish I could hold you one last time. I love you.
Your absence is an abyss
To look in those eyes with irises a 1000ft deep
A 1000ft hollow
Here and gone
Your form now intangible
Just a vision that brought laughter
Psychotic tendencies
I see my little friend across the room
Where you ever even here?
A descent into a lonely place
Where are you now?
Little Ghost are you scared?
Has the stabbing stopped?
The dilation in your pupils haven’t yet diminished
Is Euphoria still casting its spell?
Do you blame us?
Did we do you wrong?
Be strong little one.
The fault lines rupture earthquakes
Shaking the hands that tried to save you
The cities of memories we built together
Tumble down
Instantaneously
History destroyed in a ml
Kisses and guilt
Drunk on agony
As the needle finds your bloodstream
I’m sorry we couldn’t save you
This house in an abandoned city
A place of memories
Needs boxing up
Needs storing away for another rainy day
Your presence lingers in every fibre of the furniture
Your shadows still walk around the house
Your little voice still echoes in my mind
I’m still waiting for your incessant knocking on the door
How I yearn for that annoyance
Where has our little soldier gone?
Where you ever here?
Disappeared into emptiness
Like you never had form
Never physical.
But I can feel your warmth in my arms
I know you were real and this is a lie.
I’ve been drugged into this nightmare.
Day turns to night, waiting to wake up.
Confusion
They’re calling for you boy.
I cannot bear to see those sunken eyes
And tears that flow so violently
Eroding her face, her colour, her life force.
Please be strong little one
Have everlasting peace.
Be strong little one. Be strong
About the Creator
Unity Addison
You create your reality.
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