in my mind i still see you
as if it was only yesterday
hear the sweet melody playing
on your mp3 player
your image is imprinted
within my mind and upon my heart
this home we shared holds your soul
your essences haunts each room
its hard for me to sometimes
lay upon this old brass bed
i close my eyes i hear you
your voice sing me to sleep
i feel i'm losing my mind
that my grief has finally won
after losing you Lynn
its just to hard to live
Author notes
Credit: The Brass Bed ~ By: Amit3
A contest entry
- The Brass Bed ~ Image Prompted by Ithica.
825 points, ended September 23, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is so achingly true, and I loved it!!!
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