What is left in the end

It has been some time now that you said a word to me,

with so much pain your hatred towards me breaks my heart.

Never one to believe in love anyways, so what is this?

There have been moments to which I broke apart inside,

to the very silence you seem to speak so well.

Was there ever a question asked that meant nothing?

When I close my eyes still I see what was in you,

like a dream feeling blindness left to be open.

Unable to speak, can you still hear my voice?

Treacherous maleficent desires untold within,

too great the despair spoken in agony’s smile.

If all else fades, was that what you wanted?

With all of the strength I have left to hold back my tears,

a river bursts from me as light becomes the end.

In all that you are can you remember the love?

Tasting life without the kiss to be felt in your void,

no stars left to be seen in my skies.

So if who I am, what have we become?









Johnny Newell