Has he lost his mind? It’s been gone all this time. Thoughts of suicide pound through his mind. He’s been lost this time for the longest time. As he walks alone His walk changes tone. Then he takes a breath As if there is no air left. His saddened eyes look upon his battered hands As all the lies he was told come back this time. All those vile lies, what a wicked crime. Now his heart turns to stone And he feels frozen and alone. His hands ball up into fists As he considers slitting his wrists. Crystal magical tears fall gently from his tired eyes. All the while he wonders what’s his crime? He constantly thinks Yet of what varies from thing to thing, including minks. He tries to clear his mind so he can focus. But it seems life is just a bunch of hocus pocus. He knows this gives him a corrupt attitude Yet he’s not going to go on deluding himself. He wonders all the time if he can fix his crime. He could have embraced his love with a gentle hug before she took her life away. Instead a note was left that smelled of death and her limp body swung from an attic step. He blames himself 7 days a week, 24 hours a day. He won’t let his pain slip away Or show even though he needs her love Which was as beautiful as doves. Has he lost his mind? It’s been gone all this time? But he’s lost in time, not his mind. He hopes to find his way Yet so far it doesn’t seem that way. Yet maybe, some day he can find his way.
Reason for writing:
I was in a class one day where we were talking about relationships. All of a sudden I thought how sad it must be to be in certain situations and this came to mind.
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