I LayA Poem by Cass Ashe
Here I lay in all I am become
In silent letters who make my bed Something of a perverse nightmare That I never wished to find. Nothing about it is treacherous None of them act hateful. They are my hidden inside self Concealed ages ago in confusion. So see what this makes me And make me what you will. Everything I ever did was real Every letter I penned Ending with a "Sincerely yours truly" Even if I was nothing to you. Can I let the past drift off into the depths of time Or will it linger, whispering its curses in my ear Until all the bits and pieces of me are plagued By doubt and his horsemen of my cold empty chest. That's just how it is, and it is who I became. Whenever I think about the chance I have at happiness, All I can feel is the hollow breeze passing through my chest, Through the open cavity where I want to store my heart. Every letter I wrote was a thought out to you A prayer, a yearning, a sad attempt at hope. Just one tiny possibility that we may dream the same dream Where we can be together in a fantastical land And I can have some semblance of confidence to Push away the cowardice that keeps my name from you. I know that will never happen in this mundane time But I can still go to sleep every night with a single thought That I may be able to look into your eyes one day Where I don't have to worry about waking up alone in the world.
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Added on January 17, 2019 Last Updated on January 17, 2019 Tags: relationship, emotion, life, love AuthorCass AsheNHAboutThere is no lasting definition of me, as I am endlessly seeking to grow and change as a person, but feel free to call me whatever you desire, as my pen name is only that- a pen name. My poetry is a re.. more..Writing
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