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Author: M.E. Barstow
Fiction Rated: T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Published: 06-16-08 - Updated: 06-16-08 - Complete - id:2532550
Nothing

Nothing

The rose dies

Petal by petal it wilts

Once so proud

Now spent and withered

Each day seems longer than the next

Dragging out its agony

Not meaning to torture me

But doing so anyway

I have to hold on to hope

A fool’s hope

With no real chance of success

But that’s all I have

And you’re gone

So close, and yet untouchable

And I close myself in a cave

Closed off from the world

I fear the on setting darkness

I know what I will face inside

And yet I can’t see any escape

Questions flood my mind

Isn’t this supposed to be a happy time?

Full of laughter and kisses

Not broken sobs

Echoing through the night

I reach out,

Blindly searching for the

Black knight who isn’t there

Fingertips scrape nothingness

Silken petals litter the floor

Red with blood soaked memories

It died the day you told me

I died that day

But I have to keep a happy face,

Can’t let them worry

Can’t go into that room

You’ve been there

You made everything worth the effort

Worth the pain

And now you’re gone

Gone through all this freedom

Freedom comes with a price

Loneliness

Why must I find love

Behind brick walls?

You should have gone back

Like you always do

At least then

I wouldn’t feel so abandoned

You know I love you

You know I always will

I will live for you, these three months

I will not love

Not until I see you again

Though my heart may be frozen

It is still yours

And I am here waiting



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