Dating : Kiss From The Grave, a poem by D. Wyn. Price, 2019

Sand between my fingers,
Try to hold on tight,
Torn between what is wrong,
And what feels so right.

I know I should not want you,
But the flesh is weak,
Causing doubt and desire,
As the thoughts do creep.

If I left would you still want me,
Or would I just be alone,
Is what I feel worth the ruin,
the destruction of our home.

If I pledged my undying love,
Would I receive the pleasure of your smile?
Or would I be left, heart in hand,
Left only with denial.

The illusion isn’t working,
resentment creeping in,
the foundation crumbles,
the road that leads to sin.

The gears, They are grinding,
But to lose all I have,
like standing in a hurricane,
reaching out to grab,

Trying to hold onto your heart,
In hopes that soon Ill land,
only to weather the storm,
to see my empty hands.

Too many questions plague me,
The situation grim,
perhaps If I remove myself,
there is happiness for you and him.

Jennifer is waiting,
A love I know and trust,
perhaps my last solution,
is the return to dust.

Would you protect this heart,
In another man,
I think its time I was going,
at last I understand.

All time is finite,
its just another life,
I hope he makes you happy,
Ill go get the knife,

From little scratches on my skin,
At last I’ll go far more deep,
And finally ease this troubled soul,
and finally, restful sleep.

a poem by D. Wyn. Price, 2019

Please seek help if you are dealing with suicidal thoughts, depression, or feeling lost or alone.