Poems to tell the poor faithed.

Untitled Part 22

Thoughts untold and unwritten flood my head

Whispers of regrets and apologies echo 

Seeking console in time, misery emerged

Rooting deep below the surface where you lay

The fleeting chance of mending conversations

Struck through my apathy and oblivion

Through the many walls built from cynicism
Where I hid, and none sought by

Peering through the cracks I realized

I am held together by your existence -Bound by no other, glorified by your solitude

This awareness long overdue

Drove me over the edge of acceptance

Six feet above all that ties me to this place

Looking through the distance I saw

The vastness of us long forgotten

Did I forget? Or have I buried them alive?

Just like before, I'm not really sure

I looked back and saw you in life

Quenched from the all the joy I took

Inching closer towards the periphery

I stopped to catch my breath

Drowned by the decisions I made before

Tormented by what I must do now

As I conquer the precipice ,

My penitence will be my guiding light

Walking further away from you, From what could have been us

Through what I did

Towards where I'll be waiting for you