Poetic Life

You left

Gone and left me to look at the emptiness of your presence

For me to just gawk at the loss of you

And my own foolishness has given me grief

For now I have no one to talk to

My heart cracks under the pressure

Knowing you're mad at me is like a bee sting in the eye

I scramble to smooth the fire

Yet all I get is blindness-

I kneel on the dredge and beg

Just once can't I do something right?

But now behold, a blind man am I

To see that I am not worthy to be talked to

Yet you did

You talked to me like there was no hour left

As if time itself would stop

And the world would spin rapidly away from our grasps

You loved me

And you left me

From the pit of hell came fire raining down onto my soul

Scattering all that remains of my shattered heart.

Unless you come back, I may never too.