Words put just right make for a pretty visual...
The scene of their reality is pretty messy.

You came to me as a glimmer of hope in my eyes, making me whole.
The joyous days with you passed in a matter of hours, seemingly seconds, gone.
You exited my world mirroring how you entered...
I felt you part,  tearing through my body, ripping through my being,  
leaving me an empty pile of self on the floor.
Only your silhouette space left in my heart.
I can only hope, with all the will I still cling to...
One day your energy will return to me, a new soul reunited.

Every hour the clock passes I am shaken out of my delirium, sleeplessness... like a time machine landing in a different dark world with each opening of my eyes...I meet myself over and over til sunrise.

A baby crying... Twas right by my ear, I look around and hear only silence.

Where am I... Nowhere is familiar, no sense of home felt, it's scattered.

Pain... Physical, gut wrenching, pass out.

Tears... Deeper pain, the other gut wrench, sobbing uncontrollably, get a grip, just bury it into your pillow.

Emptiness... Something is missing, I am missing, I am missed.

Longing... That hole, so dark, I crave love, I must be delirious.

Turmoil... Synchrony, I am not alone, I must give my love to fill these dark spaces. The delirium is reality
This is not how sunrises should feel.

Boorishly ****** into this diabolical world.
Parturition coerced from the amicable surrounding walls.
Fostered by what is a poor excuse of society.
Thereafter, and maybe preceding, all is fear.
Mortal until the day to meet thy maker.
...And in between? Alas, it is choice.
What shall it be? One of two, so you must resolve.
To exist, letting darkness cloak all, and fear be your consolation.
To live, fighting off the vexatious blanket of death, welcoming light to warm your soul.
Both are equally fought for in this insolent age.
Yet who are the victors? I will tell you, my friend a secret, a thought if you will....
How is there such thing as victor if there is nary a challenge?
It is told: accept the challenges so that you may feel the exhilaration of victory.
So, is the choice of dark and light that perplexing?
In essence, there is only one way to live.
The other is only a meager existence.
All face such this decision,  oblivious to the simple fact that no challenge lay within existing.
There is only a fight in choosing to live.
Make a choice, and with that...
So Be It