He Vanished
He vanished, disappeared…
like he never said he would,
My stomach in knots, my world in a storm.
He was supposed to stay and fight with me…
Instead, he…
Vanished, disappeared,
Abandoning me in my darkest hour.
Left me with no hand to hold
Dyeing on a table with strangers looking over me.
My heart stopped,
He was ever really here?
I live only to find my body a mess, killing itself slowly with no answers as to why.
He just watched me in silence, never blinking an eye.
But before I could reach out my hand he was gone..
vanished, disappeared without a reason why.
Hope was abandoned that night, I found myself crying on the floor, could barely move. He was really gone, never to return again.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.