Woke up to an orange sky <br />Dappled in purple grey clouds <br />A curtain of night is peeled away <br />Erasing a constant nightmare <br />But I don’t want to go there <br /> <br />We could have had it all <br />It was within our grasp <br />But we went to a place that time forgot <br />We couldn’t just let it die <br />But I don’t want to go there <br /> <br />Words were spit out like fire <br />Ecstasy clinging to the fringes of desire <br />I couldn’t tell if your heart was misbehaving <br /> The wind whispered a scent of cold rain <br />But I don’t want to go there <br /> <br />The ground was tossed with a brittle blanket of frost <br />Low spots filled with slippery ice <br />My breath spoke in puffs of fog <br />A shiver skips down my spine <br />But I don’t want to go there <br /> <br />We fell from the hands of grace <br />Weaving dreams no one else could <br />The taste of honey dripped from our lips <br />But desire spoke volumes to a deaf ear <br />So now you know I’ve been there<br /><br />Alfred Ramos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-don-t-want-to-go-there/
