Steven
Your name echos
through my thoughts
pounding like a heartbeat.
Can't eat
Can't sleep
that endless echo
slowely killing me.
Smile
and laugh.
I try to move on.
Your memory still haunts me.
A whiff of the cologne you wore
a wave of terror
encases me.
I want to scream
but that echo
slides into my mouth
and turns into glue.
I can't escape
this living nightmare.
It ticks me off
that you don't care.
That you don't know.
But I know
if you ever
were to come back
I would run away
as fast
as I could.
And wouldn't look back.
Screaming loud enough
so that noone
could hear me.
by
sunshinegirlposted on 01/27/2011
I like the simplicity.
(slowely = slowly)
I read it a few times
and can't help feeling the poem could end after 4 stanzas,
like a quick Mediterranean breeze.