Figment 2 by: R.A. Slater
I awaken as though from a dream
Thinking I've held you near
Having felt your touch
Your voice caressing my ears
But as I push back the covers
The dreams are shattered
Reality sets in
The fog of uncertainty clearing
As my feet hit the cold hard floor
Darkness descends
Cold and hard as mountain bedrock
Traveling through my day
I realize that you were never there
That what we shared
Never existed
Created by my imagination
You turned out to be a figment after all
And I am left alone
Without even the warmth of hope
To wrap my heart in
1 comment:
Well written, Ciera. It is your heart speaking there.
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