Broken

I lay in darkness to rest,
thoughts swirl in my mind like pages of well read book.I wait for an answer to the questions of the heart,dreaming of your face.How does one shut the door,the passageway to the deepest depths of their being.

How does one move forward when all the while looking back.

I ponder my existence.

How do I pick up the broken shards of
this failed love yet again.

I fear to touch it,for I will bleed if I am cut once more...,but alas! I take it into my hands and cradle it as tho it were a new born child, scrapping and cutting my fingers till the life blood runs down me in a river of tears,
An echo of sorrow pierces the silence that has consumed me.The daunting breath of my own sweet horror.

Dawn rises in spite of me.I feel her as tho she laughs,taunting me to face another day.

How cruel is the day.
How lonely the night I am faced with.
I wish to slumber,never to wake to this hatred I feel in the bottomless pit of my heart.
How dare the sun rise.
How dare I go on day to day with you haunting my very essence.

Where,if any shall I run to escape this endless rapture of my soul.When will the final curtain be drawn on a raggedy stage of lost dreams and plays never to be performed.

I can not turn to run, for you are in every direction, I dare not dream, for it is your face I see but,to wake and be parted from you is endless dis pare and regret.

Take the heart of me that I should not bear this burden, Take it from my chest and toss it to the wolves so that they may feast upon my misery.Take the life's breath from my lungs to bore away the sorrow and the madness I am compelled to.

Take it... and leave me rest.

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