What Things We Love and Lose
There is no substitute
For lost perfection
There is no warmth left
No hope
No direction
Fleeing from my thoughts
Branded to my heart
Moments sealed in time
In blood, I create art
Emptiness whispers in my ear
Death’s grinning teeth
My skin has become cold
Yet, a fire still burns beneath
There is no other love
That could ever replace her
From within my dreams
I could never erase her
May the truth be told.
So let it be known…
She left me behind
Heartbroken
Alone
© copyright Ben D.A 2011