I curl up by the window,
The trees sway, leaves fall slow,
The wind caresses my cheek,
The warmth of the sun today seems weak,
The chill brings about a cold from within,
The icy shards of emptiness, of blistering sin,
The prick of frost on the naked skin,
In silence comes a deafening din.
As memories trickle down like rain drops on frosted glass,
A blinding sweep of a willowed past,
The hurt, anger, frustration swept away,
The heart and head no longer in an endless fray,
But left behind is an emptiness,
An intricate blend of loneliness and sorrow weaved with finesse,
The darkness around engulfs like a wave of strength,
An uncertainty and stagnation that knows no lengths,
The shadows that fall behind,
Now unable to find,
A cheek streaked with tears,
A heart filled with fears,
A heart yearning for a return,
Fingers remembering a touch that from within burn,
An embrace that held truth,
Words that soothed,
Eyes that spoke of comfort and faith,
Pain and sorrow seem now its fitting fate.
A fault or a wrong,
A fact of choice or truth belong,
A sight not seen,
A feeling the heart cannot wean,
Of what is true and what is not,
Of what had passed and what is to be fought,
A blur is all but lies therein,
The sting of fate pulses through at every moment through every vein,
Fist gripped like vice,
Truth that seemed like lies,
What lies ahead time denies,
What lies within logic defies.
The passing of time brings no hope but all thats missed,
A walk down a path painted with mist,
Darkness falls with no call,
Sorrow shatters with no stall,
An end of fate with eyes shut,
An end that came without a start....
