Alone Absurd Adrift
Alone
devastated
by years of betrayal
my future feels like it's over.
Contemplating committing suicide
depression has me in its grip
weeping in solitude
suffering all
alone.
Absurd
to cry for love
and yet it feels so sad
watching desire suddenly fade
and passion's burning flame flicker out.
For what is left is nothing more
than a fantasy dream,
fueled by the
absurd.
Adrift
clinging to hope
I'm floating aimlessly
on the fringes of time and space
searching for the other half of my soul.
And the sharp edge of rejection
slices through fantasy
setting feelings
adrift.
(Linked Rictameter)
5/7/2015
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