Life, as I see it, flowing through my heart and thus through my words...
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A set of poems about love, life and broken vessels
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(: Soon to be published :)
Behold the sun, Shining in all her glory, The warmth enough to scorch, Even the coldest of caves, But I feel none of it.
The moonlit nights try to open, My unwilling eyes, The light enough to blind the world, But not mine, Which stays in darkness.
The kingdom is cold, As I watch the final bits of you fade, Along with the scent and the touch, The taste, and the colors, All gone... with you.
My world was in color, Now a monochrome tone of death, And misery polluting, Even the deepest depths, Lifeless... like the rest of me.
The flies buzz around, Trying to pull me out, Of this stupor, Which seems to last forever, Cold and hard, like stone.
Specks of light dot my hazy vision, As I try to evade the invasion, Unwelcome as it was, Unsuccessful it was though, Breaking the glass into pieces.
The color has yet to return, Where is my sight? The warmth has yet to be felt, Where is it?
Or is it just you, Playing with the strings of my heart, Like you did, before you left?
You stole a piece of me, And now I want it back, But where have you gone, Now I can't find?
My path is riddled with thorns, Unwelcome in this land of mysteries, Where am I to search? What am I to see?
Cold and dark seems to be, My long-lost sisters, I feel their icy touch, As they lead me into the deep.
Now my eyes have lead me, Into a land where you don't exist, And my heart, like the rest of me, Is restless and unsure.
-ELENA
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A/n: I never thought it would hurt this much. Its a strange thing, living on after the death of a dear one. I smile and laugh like nothing's wrong around others, but only the night and my own self know how much I truly suffer when I'm finally left alone.
I don't know how to explain this in full, but I'll give it a try. My best friend committed suicide, and on the same day, I got rejected by the guy I like. See my problem? For once, I thought I could finally get what I wanted, but no, life hates me too much. Now, my best interests are shattered, and I'm becoming someone I'm not when I see him with his girlfriend.
Anyways, enough about my problems. I'm sorry for not being as enthusiastic as I was earlier, its nothing personal, just that I'm going through a lot rn. I wrote this poem on the day he died, as a memorial (kind of) to him, so I hope you guys like it, and pls tell me in the comments and don't forget to vote!
