Francois Bergh

where lost words come to rest in pieces…

Halls of dark

Wandering these halls of dark,
I am reminded once again
How heavy loneliness can get -
Just how much you meant to me…

On slick stone walls my face reflects
And haunted eyes are staring back -
Burning holes into my soul
As I relive mistakes I’ve made…

The black is crushing ocean-depth -
The pressure rising with my breath…
As air is squeezed out from my chest,
My flattening becomes complete…

In this labyrinth I’m lost
As I feel the path ahead.
Without you to be my beacon;
Hope forsaken – I’ll remain…

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  glitteringsootonhereyelashes wrote @

what a beautiful, heart-felt plea. but darkness dims and light peeks through after a while ;) xx

  Lindy Lee wrote @

Regret is akin to grief…


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