When concentration begets focus,
As you are trying to think.
What went wrong?
Where’s the link?
Frustration turns to anger,
and love lost does to a stranger.
Clear and undeniable tears,
Have wept themselves for years.
When enough, is not there and, “we’re over,” disappears.
Tied to yourself with chains.
Out of your soul, love drains,
As the summer storm rains.
Recovery is hiding silently,
Waiting in the back,
Watching and listening for a heartbeat,
To bring a life, back on track.
Wish I would have paid attention,
And enjoy, in my life, the blessing,
Of knowing more from your heart.
The day, I knew, when it broke apart.
The laughter, the tears.
The memories, the fears.
We walk around as if run by gears.
Slowly they rust,
And eventually, turned to dust.
To survive we must.
In people, we need to trust.
When it’s our turn for our soul to rest,
I hope in life, you did your best.
The people that get left behind,
Will be the ones that have you on their mind.
The empty space of where you used to be,
Can’t ever be replaced.
Not by him or by me.
August 31, 2013
October rain hits gently against the darkened window night,
As the fire burning crackles and holds the only light.
A projected shadow looms, dancing wildly on the wall,
There, sat a single figure looking so meek and small.
A blank stare is held, without much of moving lash,
Tears ran fluidly, as is if there were an infinite stash.
Unsteady hands hold a picture tightly, with a longing to see,
Because of unfortunate events, that will never be.
A weak hopeful prayer whispered numbly, from dry lips,
Praying the pain away that is covering them, like a total eclipse.