Treasure Island

Brian Young


Poem #4


i tried to shake awake my unconscious sanity
but it bled dead in my wretched head instead
i didn't think i would loose you everytime i blink
i guess its the result of me saying its your fault
just know i always tried to let it all go
After all, my heart is frayed
and I'm afraid

and if it took our creator seven days to make the world
it clearly took the rest of the time to make you

i lay counting the tiles upon the ceiling
attempt to remember that lost feeling
but blood left has no pulse
it froze from you at first glace
Well I lost you at all costs
i don't deserve another chance
After all, my soul is decayed
and I'm afraid

Submitted: Sunday, May 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
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