Premature

Like you are sinking into a

dark abyss where no one

can hear you,

Like sitting in a corner and

replaying the last moment

over and over,

Unable to stop nothingness

coming to the eyes but

worries drains your smile,

Strikes the one under

shudder breaths,

A small let-out whine you

want to tear except,

Pulse no longer can be

read,

Where are you?

Are you still here?

I sit alone eyes drenched

with puffy eyes,

the pound slows down with

loud rhythmic sounds

like a pounding, large drum

echoed all around to

the cold ground ,

What next? Where to?

Don’t want to move

without you it feels like

winter has taken me too,

Can I wake up?

Except, I was never asleep

even after it felt like a dream