A part of me has died

My truth.

As hard as i tried to hold it in my hands,
So quickly it escaped from me like sand.
Me and it were like passionate lovers;
A love on fire every season not just summer.
Like a lightening strikes the earth,
so wild did my desires burn.

It was life to my soul,
Wings to my heart.
Like a friend so old,
It never ever did part.

Me and it were like passionate lovers
Who sooo wanted to make it forever!
But alas! We lost.
I lost its precious hand,
It lost mine and
It was the end of our romance.

I have to pay the price,
I have to sacrifice.
But for what and for whom?
I ask over and over
to myself and God.
Was it my mistake?
or was it just fate?
No matter what
It's now too late
To change what could have been
But mostly what will be.
And all that I'm left with is pain;
If I conquered the world, there's nothing i gained.

I long for the place where there's no wrong or right,
I long to be where it shines so bright,
And I long for the place where me and my eternal lover
are inseparably together forever.

What it is will perhaps remain a mystery.
But with it gone
That breathed into me LIFE,
A part of me has already died.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading.

Reviews

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Wonderfully explained and expressed! I like the simplicity and the volume of meaning this poem has. tyfs