Detriment.
Do you remember?
I remember only the pain.
Can you feel me?
Like it was yesterday.
Do you cry?
Every night I search.
Is it my smile?
A love that hurts.
Did you see?
Only the pack of lies.
When?
I’ve longed all my life.
The last words were?
Nothing, a silence.
What is it you feel?
A craving for violence.
So, I drink.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2006-04-24 at 17:59
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