Lost

Lost with only myself to turn to,
My words wishing to exhale,
Choked back for your benefit
As this affiliation grows frail

My heart bleeds my love for you,
Leaving this feeling bare,
Feeling trapped with my affections
Turning my thoughts into despair

I walk away, sick of the silence,
Wishing there was another way,
But this is something I have to do
And now all hope turns grey

Mark Poole
20/07/06 ©