The Deepest Cut

When thoughts prevail, they are always of you.
I feel so cold like chilled morning dew.

I watch; I listen and I care so much,
I crave for love and your tender care touch.
I am slow falling in to the abyss of despair.
No one will notice and no one will care.
Day to day is an enduring existence.
Slowly eroding my mental resistance.
To live a life perpetually alone,
cuts you emotionally right down to the bone.

{Needs a parachute}
EnternalSoul EnternalSoul
46-50, M
2 Responses Dec 16, 2012


EnternalSoul thank you for your poem it reminds me of my own poetry. We have similar style and pain in our expressive words.