Like a bolt of lightning that crashes
Like a chain of thunder humming
Your word pierces and smashes
Inside a numbed heart, fumbling.
The dice have been thrown
I’m left on my own
The words have been said
Memories are left to mend.
You said it plainly like it was nothing
I smiled back as if you’re jesting
Then you left,
And inside me sadness slowly crept
What have I done?
Did I do something wrong?
These questions hovered
As I looked for answers.
Now, I’m alone again
trapped in the abyss of my storming emotions
left with questions that seems to have no solutions
which I have to face
on my own.
The dice have been thrown
I’m left on my own
The words have been said
Memories are left to mend.
13 April, 2009
Loneliness
Posted by Mike at Monday, April 13, 2009
Labels: sorrow
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