Sunday, November 28, 2010

Gone with the wind...

All that is left is raw pain,
Serrated edges of a blunted dagger
plunge deep within my soul.
My eyes cloud as sorrow takes over
pushing me over the edge, into an inky blackness.

Consumed by this void you left
Words fail me, hope fails me
I wish I could reach out
To hold you, to hold myself
As unbridled ardor comes to the fore

I shut my eyes from this tumultuous frenzy
trying to find calm in ignorance
the refusal comes in a fury
refusal to forget, refusal to redeem
How did I ever think I could unlearn this?