I’d sing this loud
I’d sing my lungs out!
All, for you to hear
But you wouldn’t listen,
And no one else will.
You’ve been gone for hours
Moving farther with every one
Onward! To Max knows where, you flee
But the farther you run,
The colder I get
And I can’t feel the welts
Forming on my fingertips
I’ll keep pulling these strings
And wish that every one
Pulled you closer to me.
Continue to run
Keep up your pace
Our distance will grow
My blood will be ice
My skin, cold as snow
My last breathe a whisper-
Of frost in your ear
My eyes wide and blank
I’m frozen solid, in time
My lips parted, opaque
In anticipation of this,
A song of dead silence
(As if it caused strain)
I’m blue in the face
Though its sound never came |
Submission Name: Hemp
