Originally posted on Despite my deepest thoughts

Trying to forget you,
And our love that grew.
While my memory so fresh.
The smell of you, your black dress.
With your hand, that summer rain
A clear invitation for my pain

That golden moment, where I was blessed
This dark side, who could have guessed?
You’re that song, where I lost my line somewhere in the verse.
How I would kill myself for it to reverse
On a cold fucking phase you made me enter
This cold feeling, this must be winter.

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doorway to outsides

Originally posted on my website, Hands In the Garden

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girl-3045915_1280doorway in grey
room, open-

boasts sunshine,
cool air

outsides, fresh and

somewhere new to

lacks safety
of 4 walls,

constant dim
of sight.

for what appears as
daytime now,

will soon become
feared night.

too long in
shrinking prison,

to brave chasing
new light.

© Anthony Gorman 2017