A black hole,
A falling star,
A cold summer night,
Walking way too far.
An understanding mind,
But a troubled boy,
Man left, he didn't return,
A throat so dry and sore.
A shout into the void,
Little raindrops on my cheek,
A voice - unexplainable,
Traumatized on the fleek.
One, he loved you,
Two, he left,
Three, he broke you,
Four, they told you that's what you get.
For letting the black hole drag you,
All the way down to the bottom,
For being that falling star,
That stops shining and becomes a nothing.
Oh, You thought it would stop?
But the aching will continue,
Until you let the sorrow sink in,
And the product of the pain will become the new you.
You will be stronger than ever,
You will never stop reaching,
And the pain you leave behind,
Will be the reason why you're still living.
Finally, will find yourself and love;
Another face will start to intertwine,
In between the heartache, pain and strength,
You will find someone to call 'mine'.
Dear heartbroken one,
You will be fine.
YOU ARE READING
Dust of the untold
PoezieYet another poem collection, Ready to be free, Words written down by a stranger, Some scars you just got to see. A collection of hearts, A bucket of sorrow, A box of pain and my deepest thoughts. These are untold stories, From a closed soul, and a c...
