Black wound...

by Anet Woodcock   May 31, 2007


My black wound is too deep for healing.
It was not there when you were here in my heart.
But know you have left me alone in this world
To survive only be myself.
The tears I still shade for you are so much to bear.
When you left this evil land
I could not mourn for you.
It was so surreal I thought, even for the short time we had together.
I never found out who you were
You're still a blank sheet paper to my soul.
But also you were so much to be and still are.
So the tears I shade know are of regret
Of not being there with you
Not caring about who you were to this selfish world.
My wound is know causing so much pain I know that you would hate to see me like this.
But I can't stop this black hole to stop covering my weak, sad body.
I can't handle all this pressure, its taking over me, and theres nothing you can do,
You left too soon.
And know I'm saying good-bye for the millionth time
Because me saying it again
Will never help the guilt and sorrow to disappear.
There will always be this black wound covering my heart.
And it will cuze so much more pain to my soul
But as I have said before, theres nothing to be done
It will always be here on my chest
As will my horrid memory of you laying on the hospital bed with paling skin,
And your eyes of nothing
I call it my black wound...

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