She is gone.
Realization.
Strikes you like lightning
amidst a storm of uncertainty.
How I wish it wasn't so but what else can it be.
But I'll wait.
Patience.
Like holding on to the fiery strands of your past
and having nostalgia scarred on your skin.
How I wish it wasn't so but what else could it have been.
For how long ?
Angst.
Since the day I sowed the seed of labour and
watched it grow into servitude.
How I wish it wasn't so but what else has life to offer you.
But what if ?
Distrust.
Like a slow poison feeding off your conscience and
creeping into your heart.
How I wish it wasn't so but what else could these times impart.
Maybe someday.
Hope.
Rejuvenation ensues around you like wildfire in a dead forest.
How I wish it wasn't so but alas you fall victim to a false promise.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
She is gone.
Realization.
Strikes you like lightning
amidst a storm of uncertainty.
How I wish it wasn't so but what else can it be.
But I'll wait.
Patience.
Like holding on to the fiery strands of your past
and having nostalgia scarred on your skin.
How I wish it wasn't so but what else could it have been.
For how long ?
Angst.
Since the day I sowed the seed of labour and
watched it grow into servitude.
How I wish it wasn't so but what else has life to offer you.
But what if ?
Distrust.
Like a slow poison feeding off your conscience and
creeping into your heart.
How I wish it wasn't so but what else could these times impart.
Maybe someday.
Hope.
Rejuvenation ensues around you like wildfire in a dead forest.
How I wish it wasn't so but alas you fall victim to a false promise.
Never Again or so we think..
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