Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

As I ruminate on that bed
I know I must say something
But I'm only left with a vacuumed brain
There's nothing to say
Nothing at all
Thought the pen and paper would come to the rescue
Only to find that we've lost connection
Look at what time has done...
Mistrust draws in
Promises defeated by the obscene body
I try so hard to flash back
Only to find that there's nothing left
Nothing to hold on to
And no memories to cry on 
All that's left is the infection
The infection that none can heal