The Wanderer

Doomed to be alone at the very end, always.

My mind is foggy as I wake up alone,
I sigh for my soul is doomed to roam.
I can barely picture your sweet face,
Its just another time muddled place.
It has been so very long since that time,
The days when we were beautiful, sublime.
I only know that wherever you are,
And where I am is very, very far.
Separated by the foolishness they call fate,
I remember that you tried to saved me too late.
And now here I am my soul cursed for eternity,
Sentenced to a life spent with no one by side, just me.
The only other thing that I know is that I loved you,
And every lonely day I hope you loved me too.
Because of this curse I have time to do whatever comes to mind,
Though often I hate most of what I find.
Every wind that blows brings a waft of the past,
Though the image is clear the thoughts leave me fast,
You are the only clear thing that I can ever think,
The rest float in murky water and soon begin to sink.
Whoever we were we must have been lovely together,
Two little birds of the same feather.
I pick myself up slowly, breathing a tiny sigh,
Because no matter what, I'll never know the truth from the lie.

Reviews

[Ty]

Direct and honest. This is great.

[Rhea752]

That was beautiful and heartbreaking