Forgotten Fingerprints
Dec 10, 2017
1 min read
Outside the rain,
faint and cold,
washes away my fingerprints.
I watch the storm
wash away my memory.
Withered, weeping, wasted.
The wine stains still remain.
I still remain.
I can no longer deny
the truth strewn all over
the empty floor.
My dreams are neglected,
as well as my body.
I have let eternities slip by,
Whilst I was just trying
to hold on.
There's nothing to wait for
anymore,
except for the rain to clear.
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