Echoing Grief

The clock tower strikes
at midnight in Rome,
as screams from the attic in
my mind pierce through the
thin walls of my heart.

I'm tired of running,
of being the fugitive
to my own grief. But
tell me what's more important;
false reassurance that brings hope,
or reality that brings me pain?

And I mix this last drop of ink
with ebony tears, so I can
paint my last goodbye to you.
Because if love was a colour,
surely ours would be as black
as these lonely nights.

The clock tower strikes
at midnight in Rome,
and grief echoes through
these four empty walls every
night when you're gone.

Saffie
23

9/7/14

Prompts used:
1. Midnight in Rome
2. Last drop of ink
3. If love was a colour
4. Tired of running
5. The screams from the attic
6. When you're gone
7. Reassurance
8. Tell me what's more important
9. The fugitive