Thursday, January 17, 2008

My Life

They say,
That a person,
Can only live,
For a few minutes,
After their heart has stopped beating.
If that be the case,
I should not be living at this moment.
For my heart has not beat,
A single time,
Since that moment when I found,
The facade which was put into place,
To shield my eyes from the truth.
What I found out that fateful day,
Has had a greater impact,
On the emotional well-being of my soul,
Than any other single event.
The thought of future happiness,
Is now nothing but a joke.
As the very will to live,
Slowly escapes the cold cavity,
That once held what was my heart.
All that now remains,
Is a memory,
Of a time,
Where the now hollow hole,
Was filled with hopes,
And dreams,
And thoughts of happy things.
All that is left,
Is the bitter taste of truth.
The sour feeling of realization.
As the entire world seems to come to a halt.
Where you feel as if you are all alone,
In the middle of a crowd.
The agonizing feeling,
Of thinking,
That there is no longer,
Anyone who cares.
The feeling,
That no one will miss you,
If you suddenly disappeared.
At this moment in time,
There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
There is no second chance.
There is only one story to tell,
And it is sad as hell.
This,
Is the story,
Of my life.

1 comment:

Kay P. said...

What did you find out that facade day? may be too long ago to remember. If you do know, I would hope you could share with me.