Left

Ones promised, Ones hearts desire, Ones kindred soul 

Left, gone, departed

 

Wish there was a thing more to it than to be thrown out broken hearted 

Wailing, whimpering, and yowling 

But answers that's all I wanted 

Yet, within silence, I was tortured with sole emptiness and extinction 

There's love and misery with no distinction 

I was left to be a gaunt ruin in the dark 

This beastly cruel concept oh yes has traced its mark 

I was abandoned, buried and clean forgotten 

Consigned to oblivion, a sea full of rotten 

And only one thing mattered

Something that was seemingly unfixable had shattered

Author's Note

ignore grammar/spelling problems

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

"There's love and misery with no distinction .." How true.

The heart's oft. uncontrolled so its every beat. Love's 'bout love that brings pleasure to spirit but, somehow, in the end, what one gets is .. "misery with no distinction" .. what an imagery you paint 'pon very hearts'. Liked the depth of your damn thoughts. Great job, Gab!

[Inject Positivity]

Melancholic tone....Its really hard to put these sad feelings of love on paper....It has been presented in a spectacular way.....I admire you....