The first day
My comforter
My pillows
My heart
Scattered upon the ground
In a million, broken pieces
Awaiting pickup
I felt my eyes
Broken and shattered as well
Cracking at the seems
Tears rolling down my face
Pain flowing through me
Why had she left me?
Was I not enough?
I was never enough
If only the world dealt fairly
I may have a better life
A lover
A family
Someone who would never leave
My efforts leading to nothing
But the voids of blackness
I always saw them in my sleep
Dreamless nights
Only nightmares to interrupt
I wanted to be gone
For it to be gone
I wanted to be gone
YOU ARE READING
The Sun in His Eyes
PoesíaStatus: finished . A boy expressing that men can, as well, express the extremity of emotion women can reach. Through traumatic loss. . a book of poetry, to cleanse the soul:)
