I should be done,
but I’m not.
The words that came so easy,
Begin to rot.
Each twisting,
inside my heart,
Choking life,
Before it can start.
The melodies that once were peace,
Lie in pieces on the ground.
I’m shouting in my head,
But to you I make no sound
The promises I made,
The strength that I lack.
I’ve tried to walk away,
To never look back.
I’m trying not to think,
Of what we could have been.
I try not to dream,
As I write them with my pen.
I wish you could hear me,
The thoughts of my soul.
But you’re dead to my rhythm,
No longer a part of my whole.
And as I lay myself to rest.
I can only wish for you,
My love, my heart and my all, the best.
Moonlit Poetry 