Lying on white cotton
i fell into furnace eyes
trying to say words that have remained unspoken
till this moment yet your
lullaby soothing eyes
ease the pain of remembrance

Surreal events unfold in my mind; I
exhale them onto you,
create a burden that isn't yours.
redundant that trust is now, fears of
extortion plague me because I
told you mine.

Want to comment on this Poetry? Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Poetry and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...