spyke1of24

I sat in candlelight, pen in hand, trying to recall the last moments of her passing. Dredging up past emotions and allow them to flow from my hand. A PhD would tell me this was therapeutic. I however was going through this ritual for another reason. Seated in her bedroom chamber, I surveyed the area allowing my eyes to rest on the place I had found her the night she passed away. I recollected the events that led to this moment, without my dearly departed love. There on the master bed she laid, eyes closed as if she was enjoying the solace peace that only came with the grave. The purple sheets cascaded from the bed to the floor. She was alw

Nothing more to lose My heart has nothing left No longer can I choose I’ve lost it all by your theft. My heart has been broken asunder All its store gone by your plunder Its contents devoid of love Only sorrow, pain, and a grudge. I loved you with unending devotion More passionate than the whitest flame Such painful betrayal of my emotions Birthed only greater disdain I go through a mockery of day to day life Pretending all is well and filled with delight. All the time I simply trying to mask it Nothing left of my heart, only bare casket.

Love lost on a window pane, Washed clean by the Sunday rain. Slowly trickling down the sill, On the ground it doth forth spill. Loving laughter to this day, Sudden chatter went away. Every emotion coming forward Dripping, ticking, evermore. Drawing a picture as it flows Down my window quietly shows A future of life beyond season Till the day I’ve lost all reason. Kiss the window of my soul. My life, lovely rain of thy old; Till again you raise to my sky, Fill my dreams, catch my eye.