| Defective Anchor I've lost myself in this Chaos That seems to surround us; Entirely Out of control, it shakes me To my very soul. Forgive me If I'm just too weary To find you Again Among the scraps of paper In my bed - One says 'Amber' in bright purple ink - you're so far, you see; I cannot go that distance Across Rocky waters and 100 foot cliffs. I'm sorry; you're no longer Worth it. Perhaps if you had come To me And gently held my soul In soft, articulate hands, I would let you in When you Knocked. But as I said, I lost myself, And you, My so-called anchor, Abandoned me Just when I needed You. I have nothing left To give. She's stolen My soul. love poems anonymous |