JAR

It’s gone now, the thing I’d loved the most.
Left nothing but a scent,
of burning blackened toast.
The smell, it stings my nostrils
and memories flood my mind,
Remembering all the happiness and joy
that is left behind.
It pains me to bethink such things,
as I struggle to accept,
it’ll never be the same once more,
until my final breath.
I slip into a world of sad,
as I feel tears start to pour,
I close my eyes and think of love
as I lay on the ash caked floor.
He was my one and only,
my umbrella in the rain.
If I don’t stop this now,
I might just go insane.
I feel just like a butterfly,
restricted in a jar,
plotting a way to escape,
so close, and yet so far.
I feel the air engulf my lungs,
as I exhaust the need for air.
Staring remorsefully at the ceiling,
and dieing in despair.

JAR

bubblegumPOP

Melbourne, Australia

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