The Losing Game
I'm falling again
Forgive me, darling
I'm not strong enough to hold my own
Against myself
Beside myself
Ahead of myself
Ask Alice, she'll know what this means
I'm lost
Did you know that?
And somehow, every time you find me
I feel like I''m fading, slipping through your fingers
Blurring into the dark
I had no beginning
But I feel like the End
Falling back on razors
Shortcuts
(But I'm still Lost and Losing, don't you remember?
And those sort of cuts never helped a soul)
How did I get so twisted
Confused
Safe and guilty in your eyes
Cover me
Make me forget
Lose me in your eyes
Lose me in your heart, your arms
Lose me in your mind
Because I think I might be losing mine
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This is a series of poems I started in July 2010. I usually only write poetry when I'm trying to work through some sort of extreme emotion. Hopefully you'll enjoy them. POEM TAGS
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was posted on Jan 23, 2012 by
LoneWriter.
This is a solo poem.
About this poem
""There's something terrifying about the aftermath of a shattered soul.""
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