I feel like I’m loosing you.
Whatever I do, say (or not),
It becomes a warped and twisted knot,
And takes on a malevolent hue.
Every little step that I take
To cross the divide between
Gets confused like in a bad dream
And I am farther from you, for Christ sake!
The only way you now hear me talk
Is my futile screams. A voice of panic.
Have I lost you, my beloved darling?
I pray to God, that I did not.
Did not
© Copyright: Дина Светлая, 2019
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