12/05/09

The Crumbling of Love

The color blue melts over the broken mountain and seeps deep into the earth.
The sands of time escape out of the broken hour glass and blow into the wind.

As my heart feels the pain of love no more.  
My eyes search for the waters.
My feet desperately search for the sand.
But the dream is gone.
The deep sadness and guilt of the inner turmoil spin around and tear at my soul.
The overwhelming pain of loss shatters my hope.

I am nothing but a drop in the ocean of madness that is life and existence.

Seeking something that is just a reflection once seen in the water, or a passing day dream.
Hoping for something that seems like an abomination to my purpose.
Paying the price for crimes that only my inherited cells are guilty of, yet I pay.