You told me you were done playing this game... Where does that leave me now...?
Leaving ( I )
Doubt and fear take fast their hold,
Ne'er to let you see the light.
Wrapped in darkness, ghostly cold,
Torment follows to behold
One with eyes no longer bright
Nor the will left for this fight.
Lost in thoughts that tear apart
Mind and love from younger past,
You, you say, long to depart.
Softer times call to your heart
When our fates by love were cast,
Cherished words we'd oft impart.
Days of new see fewer smiles,
Happiness escapes your hold.
Ever seeming less worthwhile,
Bonds recess and leave a vile
Darkened void within a cold
Numb heart, naught left to behold.
- 01 December, 2009
