All that I ask of you, all that I can
Implore is that you just last the night.
Each second takes its toll, I'll hold your hand
As you shiver, just breath and hold me tight
Relax, you cannot struggle in quicksand
Together, we'll count the breaths to first light.
Because each minute is a victory
As you fight, your battleground is your bed
Fight against lacrimonious melancholy
I will never surrender you my head.
All you breath is air. Tears are a silent plea.
To end this, either asleep or dead.
I know it hurts inside your heart
And you cannot see the future anymore
But I beg you: please don't depart.
Make it though the night, one night more.
Tomorrow we may find we're back at the start,
But I swear I'll never walk out that door.
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The Wind
PoetryA collection of poems, short stories and writings. Well, essentially just poems at the moment. Variety of influences I will always be willing to disclose for specific poems. Some are darker than others (see tags for possible triggers). Please commen...
