Lost in Twilight - an original poem
Sometimes I feel…
like an old soul.
there is no way to stop;
I’m ready to explode.
Can you hear me.
let me scream your name
as you disappear;
into the twilight
Light as a feather;
i lost you in my grip.
Dark like bad weather.
go on.. TAKE ANOTHER SIP.
I tried to slow you down:
but all you did was involve me in your twisted game.
Now you hear my sound?
You need help. Stranger.
The light peels through
a sigh of relief
weight is lifted
i realize now that I’m lonely..
