I remember...
The steady rhythm of your heartbeat
The lingering scent of your hair
The soothing warmth of your skin
The exciting spark of your caress
The sugary taste of your smile
The sparkling depth of your eyes
The honey smoothness of your whisper
The tight reassurance of your embrace
I can’t forget...
That jarring moment when naked reality
Returned in sharp unblinking contrast
Unclothed of ephemeral promise and transient hope
Shorn of the shimmering robes of ethereal fantasy
As we bury the past
Only haunted memories remain
The rejected offerings on the altar
The unanswered pleadings for mercy
I’m left with...
The diminishing footsteps of your colorless shadow
The fading echoes of the hollow promises
In the empty recesses of my soul
The heart beats still
Seeking hope to love
But sorrow sleeps in silence
And solitude
About the Creator
John Markham
I’m an amateur at writing. I began writing fiction/fantasy as well as poetry as a teenager.
My current stories are about a wizard from Earth named Draco Moonbeam on a clandestine mission in the White Kingdom on the planet Gaia.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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