My God' I croak. The familiar handwriting, at the door I froze, The scruffy scrawl on the envelope, A vague numbness overcomes Where are the emotions I thought would come?
Practiced in my head seemingly a thousand times or so, The furious anger and love so ironically betrothed, Towards the man I loved and loathed. Instead, a nothingness, a thruthful cold.
Seemingly infinite As the endless rolling of the waves at night. An inwards numbness rolls through me, A catalyst for an immortal rage, Boiling and brewing since that day. ...