There’s a place in the wall
Where your picture used to be
I am haunted by the vacancy
I scream in my sleep
Imagine you still hover over me
An empty chair, an unused place mat
The silence screams your name
The imprint doesn’t change
And with your presence this place remains
Embossed, indented and stained
Memories in every corner
I see the shadow in the corner of my eye
You haven’t faded after all this time
You haven’t fooled me with goodbye
I know you’re here, when will you die?
Outside of every window
You claw and scratch to be let in
You find a way beneath my skin
To cut me deep, to infect your sin
You won’t leave me alone, you wont let me live
I pray to be woken from this nightmare
Every place I look, your face is everywhere
And your scent still lingers in the air
Why can’t they see when I stare?
You sitting in your empty chair
This poem is about a schizophrenic |
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