the emptiness of my covers the vacancy on my floor the absence of what used to be the presence thats no more clothes strewn out all over the floor writing by the light through a crack in the door listening to silence who's louder than before while mourning the one that i adore and furthermore how much more do i have to take of this pain and heartache that makes me go insane and what makes you think i could refrain from pitifully playing make believe with the memories that remain i blame nobody but myself for the disappearance of the wealth that i had in my heart which is madly torn apart in too many pieces for me to even start to put together this rather dizzying merri-go-round of emotion the notion gets me naseous and the sadness is infectious to parts that affect us in the most obscure ways the days, weeks, months go by like fireflies lighting the way as they go do they know of their inevitable burnout or do they seek out paths as long full page paragraphs that these fireflies tired eyes couldn't read even if they tried to hide from the sunlight that divides purpose and pride do souls go along for the ride maybe fireflies guide them with the light they provide company by the fireside who's hiding behind that rustling in the bushes as the souls shush us from talking about those who aren't around or at least the one's not measured in pounds bound by the branches and leaves i'm decieved by flickering lights and sights i wasn't supposed to see where does that leave me alone inside with not a shred of light to spare me
Reason for writing:
as silly as it sounds my dog died and sumone told me bluntly
make some use outta it then ...so i did
Birth sign: Pisces
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