Gone

The pain that cuts deep,

A searing blade,

Ripping your soul in two,

Renting it twain.

 

A hot tear rolls,

Charcoal black, mascara ridden,

Down rouged cheeks,

Sliding over reddened lips.

 

Coiffed hair crushed,

Under the weight of the world.

Burning, questioning eyes,

Spilling over.

 

To know

The loneliness

Of the moon at night

 

To know

The despair

Of Atlas

 

To know

The hope

Is gone

 

Gone

Gone

Gone.

 

All I am is gone.