Ugly Voids

Promises meant to be broken

Words not meant only spoken

Intentions only expressed

Intended to be unfulfilled

Love has dried down

Rendering hearts frozen

The minds more shallow

The world a bit more hollow

Now things fill the empty spaces

Like ugly blotches on pretty faces 

Stopped

Life goes on
Everyone repeatedly,tells me that 
Yes It does
The sun rises and sets

The night falls 
Eyelids heavy, I fall asleep
Waking in cold sweat
Thinking through morning

Grieving for you
Grieving for us, our life
Which was still to unfold
Facing it alone

I promise to dream
Dream your dreams, make them live
Because once you said
Life goes on...but I am stopped

Nothing

no tune or song
no poem or lyric
no book or words
no phrase or quote

this aching void
this constant ache
this lone dry tear
this silent scream

nothing obliterates
nothing diminishes
And I live on,

Unable to let go 

My Treasure Trove

It is my private pain,

Like the blood in my veins

Just my own, my very own

                                        

The single silent cry is

Like the shrill down my spine

No one’s business but my own

The dry lonely tears that

 I don’t need to wipe away

Are mine own, no one else’s

Share it ;  I can’t, it refuses 

When I want to, it warns me

I am your own, just yours

"Don’t make me common", it says

"You will lose your treasure trove

I am rare and I am your own

Like the pleasure, my precursor

I bring to you a new world

That is yours, only yours!"

I accept and preserve it and

Let it pervade my body my soul

And make it my own forever.