(Don't) Leave Me Alone

November 16, 2016
By , Mustang, OK

Trembling hands, shaky voices.
Cold, dark, twisting stairways.
Splattered red...paint? Let’s hope.
Voices piecing poetic words together,
Romanticizing the idea of Death.
A smaller voice, maybe my own, screams out,


The mumbles stop.
Red paint turns to grey.
Death is no longer romantic in any way.
It is sad and dark and lonely.
My small voice whispers as I cry,

“Don’t leave me alone...”

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Andy_Vern said...
Nov. 21, 2016 at 7:46 am
You've got a good perspective on a dark mindset, keep up the good work
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