Storm...

The silence is deafening,
I’m alone, she’s gone,
I’m confused!
We were good,
we were in love.
I gave her my heart
but she ripped out my soul.
The sun rose when she smiled.
The music started when she spoke.
Then the clouds rolled in
thunder was heard, the rain started,
lightning flashed, the clouds turned black,
when the clouds cleared she was gone.
Should I have seen the storm between us?
Did I not see the shouts of thunder
and the threats of the lightning. Didn’t I
see the ominous black clouds forming?
Now, depression haunts me. The gift
from heaven turned into the hammer from hell.
The demands, the insults fill that hollow
space that once held your soul, until hate
overflows and it’s bile destroys your mouth
and your ability to fight back.
The other side of love, the losing side,
the broken puppet, strings cut,
collapsed in a pile on the Main Street of life
for all to see, pity and walk on by.


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