What’s up, Doc?
Another day in January, another poem from the ancient days of my madness. I’m not going to go into detail on the rest. At least not too much, since most of them consist of me wallowing in self-pity and wonder why the fuck people enjoy stabbing me in the back so damn much.
All are gone
I’m alone in the fog
left behind, abandoned
Then I hear your voice,
calling me in the dark
Is it true, or just an illusion?
Held back by a voice,
A feeling I thought no longer existed
The touch of your hand,
The look of you,
The warmth of your words.
Why did you stay?
All others are gone.
Don’t know what to say,
Don’t know how to react,
Don’t know what to think,
Didn’t think someone would stay
to get me, give me the support I need.
All are gone
I’m alone in the fog
left behind, abandoned
Then I hear your voice,
calling me in the dark
Is it true, or just an illusion?
All these years have passed
Noone left to hold me,
to save me…..except you.
Is it true or just an illusion?
What will happen to you….
If I do what I came for???
If I die…..
