Silently screaming, slowly straining my
Soul. Tears of loss, fears of thoughts, steers to Cross.
Pleading pleas repeatedly. “Please reply!”
Silence precedes, death ties my noose in knots.
The rope, his claws, I let them grip my skin.
Chokingly, brokenly I run from fate,
From life, loss, love. I’m not magnificent.
I loved them too much, too little, too late.
Follow my sentence, I need your presence.
Hold my defense against sense in suspense.
Your light, your laugh, lifts my lopsided brain.
Sans you I sink slowly in sea, insane.
My heart rips as I poetically pause.
For with love comes death, writing is the cause.