The Night by experimental
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The sunset hangs his head to the stars again and I sit here alone, wondering where you are and what you are doing. Somewhere in the great void between those specks of light in the sky lay my answers, but they are written in an ink that I cannot read. I know now why I say that I love you with all of my heart. It might be my brain, but it's my heart that hurts. Without you it has no reason to keep beating. I wish it would stop, but it keeps on going just to hurt me more. I have loved you, not only for the best of our days, but for the worst of days all the more. What once was so sure, now seems uncertain. What once was everlasting is now a struggle to hold on. Nothing should have to live this way. The twilight wanders into the darkness of the night, and those great voids between the stars get smaller, but the voids in my chest get larger. My eyes will not close until they see you smile again. There is so much that I do not know. I never meant to ignore you, I missed what I had right in front of me, and only saw it once it was gone. The old lunar body shines his silvery light on my pure lunacy. How could it be anybody's fault but my own? The stars slowly slide across the heavens as the earth spins me about it's great axis. All of my tears are trapped behind my eyes, they can't seem to find their way out in the darkness. My heart reaches out from it grave, a rotten hand holding a single rose. One day at a time, I hope you grow back what I chopped off. I've replanted the old seeds, but the ground isn't as rich as it once was. The sun returns to vanquish these thoughts, but to no avail, the pain is still there.
Comments (3)
meico
This seems to read as a rather poignant catalogue of the pain of loss ... there are some touching passages within the piece [eg The old lunar body shines his silvery light on my pure lunacy.] - though I would probably chop 'lunar body' down to 'Luna' to give the sentence a little more punch whilst retaining the connection. I also like your opening sentence. Sounds acutely distressing, but thanks for sharing. Mike
TallPockets
Very descriptive piece. One day at a time, indeed, kind soul. T.P.
mamabobbijo
So sad! the words are truly evocative, but so sad. That you can see the light at all is amazing. Watch for it, allow it to lead your eyes. Thanks for sharing BJ