A month
My throat scratchy
The pain never ceasing
Coming in and inviting itself
Implanting into my heart
I would never see her, beautiful
I would never know her again
Her hair in shining waves
Black as the universe
Her eyes piercing your soul
Blue as the sky
She was gold amoung a pile of copper
She was mine
She used to be mine
Now gone
Never within reach
Never within sight
Memory of her forever in my head
Forever a plague
A rotten, true plague
That lead me to death
A death of every day
Struggling to wake up
Struggling to love
Struggling to show emotion
When all I felt was emptiness
Sadness
Anger
Sadness
And, did I mention, sadness
A sadness so true it pierced the soul
Wails and pools of tears
Forever causing Pain
Making the world harder
Tougher
Making everything I did a hassle
Making it all challenging
And causing more pain then before...
I wanted her back
I want her back
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:)
