I wake up and glance to my empty side
Nothing but a vivid silence
And thoughts that scortch my mind.
Thoughts of the days
When all we knew were the feelings
Of those long summer nights
And the taste of freedom.
The days seem to studder now
All thats left is nights of drunken pain
And scars that remind me
The past was real.
This poem was written/submitted by Pamela Lott.