#poem re-write

[helloliriels]

Invisible Man

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INVISIBLE MAN by helloliriels

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Last night I heard you're voice, Sherlock

Words you once said to me ...

. "Afghanistan or Iraq?"

For when you look, you see.

.

And tears gushed from my heart, Sherlock,

For since you took your fall,

Others may see me, day to day,

But don't see me at all.

.

It's like the man they want, Sherlock,

Has taken shape and form;

And greets and smiles, in my place -

While, deep inside - I mourn.

.

'Tis two years since you died, Sherlock,

Just two dark years of pain,

And oh, I only wish that I

Could see you once again.

.

You were the wisest man Sherlock,

The kindest, and the best,

So - I'll stop my mind from thinking that,

This all might be a test?

.

I'm fading fast here, Sherlock -

This man here? In my stead ...

. Is soon becoming hollow,

.

. So please ...?

. Just don't.

. Be dead.

.

A sherlocked poem re-write by helloliriels.

The original poem, 'About Mother' by Claude McCay may be found on poetry.org 💜

An audio version is linked here: SoundCloud

[paranoid-paroxysm]

How do I get you out of my head?

The image of your sunkissed skin and gentle giggles bound through my insomniac head. It’s late at night when I think of you, and I just can’t stop. 

Your existence floods my senses like rolling clouds of hypnotic mist. You occupy every corner of my mind, more or less. 

You’re a wonder to behold and you drive me while. I’m glad you’re mine.