Poetry Talk

New post from Comfort

Life. An endless strip of road

I’m tired of being on the road

Lonely as a drifting pedal

Bound only by the scent I’ve stained on your clothes

Bound only by the memory you can not relinquish

Please-don’t-say-you-need-me

You slow my ascendance

And

If beath by a rope:

let it not tie you to sad memories

If beath by a blade:

Let it not cut wounds that can not be healed

Instead let it spear away the pain

If beath by pills:

Know I dreamt of you in my slumber as I was carried away into heaven's palace