Sorrows On The Nightstand

It sets on the nightstand rehearsing its torments too a fragmented mind.

It whispers it's remembrance in the hollow wombs coddling the embers of hope in its brittle fingers.

Reentered nightmares reoccurring the lack of slumber, the pillowcase bares the remains scattered in its landscape.

A throat is choked to speech resenting the morning inching across these tombs to curse this weariness with it's gaze promising....

Not a speck is promised thoughtlessly pounding the pavement to pivot in and out of a mirage that bore all that mattered and returned to sand in closeness.

Broken is the return from the mirror, these sunken eyes and tear stained cheeks carry the permanence of reality in their being.

Can one write oneself to sleep with you where you existed?

Or does one only read of your loss in the unforgiving night casting it's ravenous mouth upon a bloodied heart?

How the teeth bare into skin, tearing  figments to shreds in painful layers, slowly unraveling sanity.

Mockingly the memories never shared but longed taunt this emptiness so eager for all that is be but a dream.

Haunted is ones demeanor, so still, so quiet in the lonely stunned complexities where you stole your way from this.

Severed was the chord as it played ever on, bitterness came to be nestled where once arms soothed your restless bickering.

Tell me, is one able to return too the memories before sorrow set its ageless sights on you?

Does torment yield promise in days after?

Stare I can and have into the eyes of pain and angered have I fought against the vines that held me to watch your decent over the soiled grounds to which I stumble and belong.

Broken skull in grievance trying to bury the thought that you were gone.

But you are...

Cut from these tears, let one remain but dust in this cruel and calloused world as you so abruptly became despite a hand reaching against powers that be to stretch the grasp of you.

Under normal circumstances heartbreak builds the stonework around sorrow in healing, but in this I am exposed to the truthful elements.

Facing the barren lands that extend before me with wide open eyes, blue dying to meet a time when anything existed.

Have stopped resisting the darkness that trembled on my subconcious allowing it consume me to no delight.

The fight was spent, and numb too the claws etching fate in these bones mercilessly.

Grown to resent the very breath I taste on my tongue, the air is an apparition heard but untouchable.

I am untouchable...

But still feel the memory of you.

How it screams, the eye of the storm destroying all that stands between me being whole.

I will never be whole...

Without you.