Tears.

Death.

What is this substance falling down my cheek, and into nothing?

Soft, yet cold in a way.

An unrecognized essence of lost hope.

 Why is it that I shout for help, but no one ever comes?

Why is it that they cannot hear my pleas when they assume they can understand?

Silence.

It’s heavy.

It hurts.

 

I cannot see the inked tears that flow from my face-

Nor can I feel the love of another ever again.

I miss her.

Over come by grief, I shall not escape.

God has forsaken the lives of many others, but why not mine?

Our lives are to never again to be intertwined. 

 

Another day goes on, and I still live.

But my body has rotten from within.

I feen for the light once more.

For the majestic life I still adore.

 

I can never again, feel the love of another….

Never.

 

Author's Note

Please ignore unproportional lines.

Reviews

[Liz]

Hmm.. something about this is intriguing. This piece of work it full of sorrow and sadness, but a spirit of hope is trying to crawl out in the third stanza. Well done.

[Larul]

This is written in one on my past lovers eyes. Even though he never really told me about it, I kinda could see it like it was from my eyes. One of my newer ones. Thanks for your kind review.~ I look forward to reviewing my current and future works. Thankies!

-Larul.