The Forgotten

Hold me close,

Watch what I see,

A mere peek into my psyche.

These days feel the same right now,

Pick up the bottle, put it down.

Constant visions of tomorrow’s tomorrow.

A warm glass with one touch,

Yet I’ve been sipping scotch on the rocks all night.

A truth told way too many times.

When will this emptiness fade away,

When will the sun rise again?

Hold me close,

Watch what I see.

A mere peek into my pyche.

My highest highs seem low from this vantage point.

Birds eye view,

As I look down at the crowd below.

Preparing my last words,

My last hope.

A spectacle,

Distant strangers will partake.

Hold me close,

Watch what I see.

Hold me… Please hold me…

Tell me what I need to hear.

Before I take my last step into the sunken place.

As the birds fly,

My soul begins to fade…

Say his name, say her name…

A simple “I love you” just might save a life today.