M's Poetry
Behind The Exit Door
I don't want to come back here...see this place
it's a cold that only comes from blaming yourself
for two decades wasted....
in my head I can't stop the memories
they are so painful...here they just linger
the air is cloaked with this death....
The glass is still broken, will forever be
reflects what I couldn't prevent
your smile I see in the breeze
but no longer are you here
The pavement I walk is lonely
I am my only companion
I can still feel the loss
the nights bring out all the demons to sing
sometimes I want to slit my throat
slowly watching frames of you as you leave
all here captured in my mind's eye
sometimes I think I am better off dead
and every bit of misery she says I deserve
my spirit is slipping from the hands of hope
this life read before a pulpit
just because it's over
doesn't mean we forget the years
laughter has now faded
it's drowned in your past tears
I never told anyone cuz they would just talk me out of it
but I am through...I am through of crying
I am through with the pain
I am through with the grieve
this time I surrendered to my vices
and end this life.....
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
it's a cold that only comes from blaming yourself
for two decades wasted....
in my head I can't stop the memories
they are so painful...here they just linger
the air is cloaked with this death....
The glass is still broken, will forever be
reflects what I couldn't prevent
your smile I see in the breeze
but no longer are you here
The pavement I walk is lonely
I am my only companion
I can still feel the loss
the nights bring out all the demons to sing
sometimes I want to slit my throat
slowly watching frames of you as you leave
all here captured in my mind's eye
sometimes I think I am better off dead
and every bit of misery she says I deserve
my spirit is slipping from the hands of hope
this life read before a pulpit
just because it's over
doesn't mean we forget the years
laughter has now faded
it's drowned in your past tears
I never told anyone cuz they would just talk me out of it
but I am through...I am through of crying
I am through with the pain
I am through with the grieve
this time I surrendered to my vices
and end this life.....
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
