I have nothing else to say to you now.
I have nothing more to offer or give.
I have spent my heart, I have kept each vow.
You forget all and I cannot forgive.
The torture of the heart (and there is one)
Is akin to a murder by drowning;
And all that was felt and said and done
Is now a matter for blackened mourning.
Words, like gales, seem to rush past as you leave,
Feelings, however, will not leave with you;
I have lost my faith, I cannot believe,
I cannot discern just which past was true.
And so, old friend, you have prepared me well:
I doubt heaven, I’m undaunted by hell.
Tag: pain
Beware
I cannot share;
But I must care.
I cannot hope
And I must cope
With love and life,
Both smiles and strife,
With wounds and tears,
Galloping years;
With love’s disdain,
With lust, with pain,
With darkened moons,
Blistering noons,
A starless sky
No will to try,
I cannot share:
Beware. Beware.
Hope’s forsaken,
Am I taken?
The wounds are raw,
No fatal flaw,
But smiles, though rare,
Force me to dare,
So I must care,
Beware, beware.
A year
It’s been a year that forgot grief in shards,
Where my heart burst in another becoming;
I’d nothing left to lose but abstract nouns,
Which I realize were never welcoming.
You were one of the cleanest emotions:
Subtle and complete, filled with the abstract
I’ve never been able to understand,
Despite how the heart would add or subtract.
Time is the cruelest entity I find;
It destroys the heart and corrupts the mind;
And though I am surrounded by the new,
I just close my eyes and simply find you.
For you gave meaning to what can’t be seen,
In that meaning, you will always be seen.

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