Confession

[birgitta_nell@y]

Hours spent alone drag by tediously
Shuffling forward minute by painful minute;
On and on, in a dull aching continuity.
Without you the days seem so dull:
A bland mixture of morbid grays
Scuffed occasionally with mournful blues
And a sad steak of black emptiness.

Without you a viscous gash has been torn into my heart,
The pain that oozes from it is raw and relentless;
It stings and burns and then throbs
Leaving in its awful wake a trail of tears;
Tears that dissolve my skin like acid
Eating into my very inner core,
A dead, hollow centre,
Echoing whispers of desperate loneliness…

Without you I am an invisible shadow…
I miss you, you know;
Somehow I still think of you
And in those moments of jeweled memory
The robe of monotony is lifted
And I can dance with you
Somewhere in a sweet fantasy
I am with you.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Too, too sad - but those last four lines (among several others) are very effective.

[goldenrod]

Love and companionsip, the greatest boons this world has to offer and the two things that leave us most open to pain and sorrow!

goldenrod.

[blazeofglory]

There is really good imagination, and you wrote very penetratingly as to what exactly one feels after getting abandoned.