To every lost and tortured soul,
I’ve seen the pain that consumes the mind.
I’ve heard those desperate cries.
I’ve sat in silence – wondering why?
The sound of glass – shattering upon the floor:
Oh, how It was once clean before.
Do you reminisce like I do?
Hearing those desperate cries?
Do you feel – pain:
The loss –
Do you simply – move on?
I wonder what it must be like;
If it was better to have loved and lost –
Or, were they wrong?
Perhaps it was better – to never have loved at all.
The shame that haunts us.
Our cries of loneliness –
And for what once was.
I hope that I can find the line – connecting the dots.
That silver line – guiding me to the place I once loved;
or will love.
To the names – and faces
Of people in places,
I travel to the road of the unknown,
To the past that will haunt – but not torture.
I shan’t be the darkness of my own disaster –
I shall be the light.
I refuse to be a shadow among my memories.
I will not let them consume me.
Prepare yourself darling – it’s not a tragedy,
as though it may seem.
It’s not a tragedy –
It’s only the beginning.