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The Darkness of Forgiveness
There is not a day that goes by that I think you ever loved me or was I just another number in your phone to scroll pass and forget about. Were you ever happy when I was around or were you thinking of him? I see how you are right now. What happens when he's gone when he finally gets rid of you and is tired of you what happens then? You don't know how hard it is to get up everyday and know you're not there by my side. To get in the shower and let all the cold pellets touch my fragile skin sometimes I wonder why I try anymore why I shave my face to look good for my job and other human beings in the world for why I have to look professional in my everyday world. Maybe this is how others feel when they lose somebody close to them or how they feel cause they lost there other half. Maybe it's the one who loses his ribs to make his own image of what he loves and what he desires and soon it betrays him. Maybe that's how I feel.
By Tony Fresia8 years ago in Poets
Silence
And all was but a silence. For all I knew I was alone once more. In this epitome of darkness. What was once cold and bleak danced on the wind of forever be. I could hear but a slient hush in was commenced as such darkness. I drew a light from the way beyond to see all but nothing, nothing at all. So once more I was left in slience. All I heard again was a whisper that grew into such a noise it frightened me as such. I jerked up from the cold dark of the room only to draw a light once more again. Nothing in the pit of the darkness it seemed as I was going mad or something the same. So once more I laid on the dark cold sheet, covering up tighter and tighter perhaps maybe this will keep me for what made me so idiotic. The sound that creeped from the beyond grew louder and louder like it was getting closer and closer. The tighter and tighter I grasp the lines of my sheets maybe this will keep at bay. And than all of a sudden, it was nothing much but a hush. Of the cold dead wind of what was.
By Tony Fresia8 years ago in Poets
