Monday, April 27, 2015

wrecked

in silence
the imagination
runs wild

is he dead?
is he hurt?

in darkness
the grief
tumbles out

i never really
deserved him
anyway

what once
was rational
becomes
unbelievable

is this what's
left of my life?

the sorrow
always there
the pain
always felt

the love
always missed

what brings
happiness
so fulfilling
then makes
sadness
so quickly?

see it through
even if
there's nothing
at the end
for you

(gone)


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