Drowning

 

The embers of true love sanctify all bonds broken by sinful pasts. 

Forgetting, waiting, hours dripping like a gentle rain wanting to become a storm. 

Yet silence. 

For lo! 

Nothing happens. 

The memory of time past has faded like a flower in winter. 

Breathing has become difficult. 

Terrors of my past creep behind and tear me, but what do I feel?

Emptiness. 

Nothing penetrates my heart but the sole remembrance of the loss of my 

emotions. 

Like a flower loses its petals in a rain, so they also gently put away the years,

 leaving the flower to fade. 

Never will it hark to the sound of the wind coursing through the branches of a

 dancing tree. 

These are my feelings for the lost and weakness of my soul as I sink deeper.

 

Now only water closes in and drowns out the sounds of the world.