Paintballs and Empty Rooms

The smell hits me like a wall

hard in my mind

the sweet odour of paint

shot from a gun

I’m back to all those years ago

when you were by my side

and life was a song

melody playing in the air

like a dying love song.

Walking through empty rooms

watching the laughs, the smiles,

come to life before my eyes

the smalls things we took for granted

every one is held with these walls

faded in the fire of my heart

but clear as crystal in my mind.

The reason I ran,

the reason I cried,

the reason I died.

Now I’m back it’s all still here

drowning me in tears.

Advertisements
Categories: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Post navigation

One thought on “Paintballs and Empty Rooms

  1. I really enjoy this poem.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

%d bloggers like this: