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Slow Burn- A poem about being alone, watching life burn

Updated on April 12, 2013

Title: Slow Burn

I still see you standing there

A moment coated with three shades of despair

The locks of your hair; the grin on your face

And the faint memory; of a dream you can’t chase

It’s close to 3 am. And I can’t feel a thing

The aspirin is working, but the whiskey is the sting

The poison hits me; and takes me away

I can’t convince myself to stay

My eyes look like they’ve seen a ghost

Cause empty is all they seem to know

And when you peer inside dark deep despair

Empty crevices; where dreams used to be shared

You find broken pieces; far past repair

See the shadow collapse; from a soul that used to be

That lived on from sweet memory

A whisper in the dark; it teases the ears

Inside is color blind, over-ridden with fears

Everything is beginning to look the same

Each tattoo a new engraving of pain

The stories pile up, the ink is getting real

It starts to turn to blood with the more I feel

I’m spilling out what’s left, cause It’s only seconds

And I have more to say then time will provide

So please just listen, give a dose of concern

While I take the story of my life and watch it slowly burn

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