It’s sad how the effect of time is supposedly to ease all hurt yet time and
time again it proves to be untrue; the past still haunts me, and everything
is still as sharp and ugly as if it happened just yesterday & it pains
me greatly as I realize, yet again that nothing will ever be the same. as my
soul lies dead and broken within. all the pieces even though quiescent &
silent they still radiate my misery as I think back before our love faded,
before our love was real, before our friendship bloomed, before we met, back
to how my life was then and notice that it is much the same now as it was
then. Hell. Alas, now is far worse! for you see, I am not minus part of me,
I am missing you and have finally reached full comprehension of how much
I've truly lost. Trapped inside this world of mine in which there is no
escape; my death and termoil within and yet still more, is the cost of my
loss..and even though you may not now understand, in time you will surly
realize, just as i have, that this hell in its own strange and depressing
way, is infact my happy ending…





[ this is the first poem i have submitted to poetictimes and it im kinda
expiramenting lol so plz bear with me...thnx.. ^_~ ]

 
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