I've got nothing left
I’ve got nothing left,
Hands lash out for ashes
of past desires of your warmth.
Dust covers the memories of
our once flourishing love.
My mind seeks to comprehend
why God loathed us enough
to let loose this flood
of vile spirits,
Bent on gnashing away
at our crutches of moral support
until we were hopelessly
drowning in our own being…
A sea of red mirrors our
cracked reflection,
Maybe a true picture of ourselves;
I want to smash it
allow the ripples to destroy
my unsanctified image…
But ten delicate fingers are signs
of these splintered fists,
Leaving shards of past truths
falling heavy like an
autumn mist....
I’ve got nothing left,
My grip isn’t tight enough to
hold onto the whispers of the wind,
voices of what used to be…
My life
My bride
My love….
Come back to me