Halls of the Dark Muse

Inspired by a siutation a close personal friend of mine is going through

Broken in Two

The lines of truth
and reality
become blurred
a little more
every day

Wandering through
a stupor
lost and alone
just the way
you have left
me

Wondering why
while looking back
through the years
through seasons
finding myself
left barren

Blinking tears
from my eyes
no longer
distinguishing
truth from lies

After twelve long years
to come to this
left in a haze
of doubt

There are now answers
when faced with
having to start
a whole new life
one that may not
include you.