Fear

poem by: Chel Scott
Written on Aug 16, 2018 

I lie dreaming,
grasped by fear,
as I clutch my sodden pillow.
I fear the realisation,
that when I wake,
you'll still be gone.
Your side of the bed,
still has the musky scent of you,
the scent you left behind.
The scent I can't bring myself to wash away.
Grasped by fear,
that I'll wash away the memories.
Grasped by fear,
the fear of walking up.

 

Tags: Pain, Love, Sad, Fear,

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