It is over.
Life continues gray and endless,
without purpose you wander.
Alone and empty inside,
you feel no more pain.
Now, life is only neutral.
There are no ups or downs.
Continuing to work through what once crushed you, struggling along.
As if you were an animal in a trap,
simply stuck waiting to be released.
Incapable of changing your past you begin to shape your future.
You feel as bare as a branch in winter,
as vacant as an abandoned birds nest.
But like any branch, you will be filled again, one leaf at a time.
Like any nest, you will be given life again.
YOU ARE READING
Love
PoetryA poetic description of the idea of "love" without ever using the word itself. I took this way of writing by challenge, so please enjoy my thoughts on what "love" is and feels like, even its fallout.
