Dead Letters!

Dead Letters! long poem

*A dead letter is a letter that has never been delivered because the person to whom it was written cannot be found, and it also cannot be returned to the person who wrote it.*

Dim the lights, for in darkness I see clearly
Shut the mind from invasion, of emotions and deceit
Trapped in these illusions, choking on the lies
The blood inside me is burning, the cancer spreading across the chest
I was there from the beginning
Forsaking the world to be on your side
Unsuspecting, till the end, should have seen this coming
From the start
Now I know, the darkest truth of us
Fading, drifting, like a feather that broke free
Into the clouds, away from this world
Unlike any other, unlike the one I loved
Memories, engraved on to the tombstones,
The bed becomes my coffin
As time watches over me, waiting to drive the last nail
The nights paralyzes my body
And your scent deranges my soul
Waiting for the darkest hour
To awaken me in my dreams, and push me into the abyss
To my death, into the burning fires of my desires
With the past in my hands and a storm in the heart of my illusion
To the many farewells we bid to keep the distance,
But there will always be these dead letters I wrote
Sent from the place where I breathe your name,
For one last time
Hold onto them if ever, your demons seduce you to read them once,
Before the world collapses on us all
Come here to find me,
The echos of my voice in the air will whisper those words in your ears
For I would be long gone before you ever left
I know you’re proud of your decisions and I’d loudly agree
And I’d have felt anger, guilt and sorrow
If I still had a heart instead, but
I’ll close these letters now,
These will be my burden, until you wish to see them
The secrets that will weigh me down and stop the fire to burn once again

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