A ripped out slice of a soul
Casting shadows on the doubt of someone's love
A mind still keenly clings to the dream that was real
But became the nightmare  of an impenetrable loss.

Come 5am.
Memories bump and weave and vye for attention with the tears that never stop
With the ache that ebbs and flows like a tide that only goes out.
A self hate that questions rationale
And drinks its  venom from an unending cup.
This is what's left when love turns its back on love.
Then lies then hugs then lies again.
Open pits await the voyager who let's his weather eye wander and drift from the true prize that holds the anchor down
And gives a lonely man the solace of redemption.