Im Still Here
Just a reflective write on the movement of life
Im Still Here belongs to the following groups:
The Red Writing RoomFriends one with whom I shared a drink.
Are now ghosts who haunt my heart dear.
Most left to find that which in life they did thirst.
But with seasons I did remain like some old pillar unable to
move.
Feet planted tears caressing a bitter face hiding
the fact that goodbye had come all to soon.
Cards underneath my door.
Unfamilar faces make me question do I exist anymore.
Old passions destroy new flames.
Nights alone cast shadows.
You find more comfort in dreams
The whiskey that burns is all that reminds.
You haunt this body like a vacant building
most seem to ignore as they pass its once warm
structure.
My soul knows midnight my heart emersed in the
agony of truth.
We yern for warmth in the comfort of pain.
Memories are like scars a prison of the mind.
Greetings from outskirts.
For I am the at home with the left behind.
Like a character in a novle ment to entertain im
lost in the back pages of life.
But if you ever question just turn back in reflection.
For they may have fled but im sill here.
gretchen .
This is so painfully true that even though the words are sad, a comfort still comes across. The way you capture longing and lonliness is genuine and perfect. :-)
JohnRobbins
Thank you i write or try to write darker subjets with beauthy cause I enjoyed the flow of this
work when i I write I just go with it i never question just let out.
thank you for the comment
Normaje about 1 month ago
You are still standing and you’re writing is very good….......GO FOR IT…......Cheers
Julie Robbins about 1 month ago
Sad but perfect right. I love you.