Watching and waiting, I sat I that darkened hall, people swirling in the distance, the roar of the blood in my head, nothingness....nothing
On the wings from the east I came, hearing news that couldn't be true...not me, but you.
Resurrected like a Phoenix from its ashes, you knew..crying tears with the sweet saccharine of hope, hope that wasn't to be.
Not me, but you
The forces of the universe knew our passion, our desire, our pain and our pleasure...like messages from the gods
Not me, but you
I knew your face, on a cold altar of steel and heartache...parts of me left to.
Not me, but you
Why.. ...TELL ME WHY, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND TRUE, WHY
not me........but.....it was you
YOU ARE READING
Essence of Living
PoetryA collection of poetry, that comes from nothing, and most likely will return to nothing.
