Can’t understand this loneliness,
I have an emptiness deep in
The recesses of my being!
I can hear the blood seethe
Through this inanimate carcass.
This forlorn world has had the desired effect!
I am as desolate as my
Personal existence is poignant.
Pretty, pretty world, how dare you?
You endeavour to deceive an existence
That is absent from itself.
I swear, I swear in the time still
To unfold to disappear forever!
Heart-breaking? Only for the ones
Left behind, but they will breath again,
Alert to what lay beyond, the
Symphony of their work is
Yet to materialize, only an
Innocuous piece of music has departed.
A life worth living is a tour of genius,
A stunning success awaiting its dawn,
Their minds are superlative in the nature
Of the courage they express.
How wonderful they will be
When the loneliness leaves them,
Their best will prove to be unsurpassed,
Emptiness will not defy the triumph of its face,
Features will be wrinkle free, their joy
Will ascend into high spirits
To where I wait, forlorn for leaving,
But overwhelmed to see them
Rise above the empty skies
That was once a regretful memory.
I can see them now!
Running, laughing, playing, Holding each other,
Remembering when things were good.
As it was always meant to be.
Good, as it should be.