Friday, July 15, 2005

WHERE MY LOVE DIES

distant... she is distant
ever there, but never present
she is fading
i don't want to lose her
does she know?
does she care?
am i alone?
or is she still there?
fear... stress... pain
my eyes ache from the strain
blood seeps through the orifice
my thoughts are orphans
alone inside my head
haunting me till the end of time

© 2001, 2005 thomas bates

1 comment:

The_Unsaint_Hate said...

Another great title. Let me find out all I have to do is look you up for inspiration for some titles. The line that struck me the most was 'My thoughts are orphans.' Whoa!