Sanslatete Posted December 8, 2007 Posted December 8, 2007 [sIZE=4]Sad sonnet How do I get through this, the insistent sadness? There’s not a day I don’t feel it, it’s a way of life now. I wear it like an overcoat, with pockets full of stones, Only time will tell, and time is all I have left. My face is an representation of how my heart is torn, Smiles are a rare event, and the ones that surface are forced. Behind my eyes my mind scans my memories, I do this reluctantly; it stabs my heart to do so. To have loved and lost such as I have is weeping sorrow, Days are filled with the need to cry but the lack of tears. My heart bursts with a love overload and nowhere to direct it, All thoughts are pain as they remember her as we were and are no longer. I loved her with all I had, I have so much left to give but I can’t, I am the lone inhabitant of this hinterland, a population of one. I remember everything down to the most minute detail, Everything reminds me of something she did, wore or said. My life is an unchained melody, I long for what I can’t have, I’m here because I was left here, deserted by everything I loved. My dreams are counterfeit happiness, lasting as long as I sleep, Waking is truth cold and bitter, nothing is as it was or ever will be. The love she gave me was a life force, I lack that raison d’etre now, She’s out there living a life I’m not part of, but she’s still part of me. The hole in my soul that won’t heal, two worlds that won’t collide, I can’t forget her, though it would be sweet emancipation to be able to. [/sIZE]
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