To the World...(A Collection of Poems)

A Poem of Mourning

Another morning that
I wake up alone.
It's been two days
that you've been gone.
I gaze out from under these sheets.
It's funny how time now moves so slowly.

My eyes are heavy and all is dull.
Where did the color go?
I wept at first, but now I'm numb
as I let each moment drift into one.
I'd hope you're happy -
but, honestly, I wish it killed you
like it's sinking me.

You're probably better,
laughing and putting my name to rest,
while I'm here sick and no one to get
that my life is not solid without you -
but an endless stream of days
that I count through.

They say that I should focus on me,
forget you like you're a useless memory.
The thing that no one understands is
that you helped shape me into who I am,
giving life to the mummified.
I had someone to push me and cheer,
even when I didn't hold myself dear.
Now who will love me
when I'm shattered?
All move on as if I don't matter.

What is living if life has withered,
my tether cut and my hope severed?
I took you for granted, 'tis true.
I'm not surprised, then, you'd leave such blue.
Maybe she'll love you better than I could
while I fall into hell, as I should.

I'd gladly accept insanity
if only you still loved me.
Come home to this asylum
and plant beauty where
now all is dying.
The patients within rapidly spiral
and
a place for one becomes
a home for none.