My Soul's Garden of Pain

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
The painful plodding of a pitiful soul post-rejection.

Submitted: September 12, 2012

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Submitted: September 12, 2012



What do I do,
Now that you’re gone
My nights once so happy,
Drag on for so long.

I waited before
With anticipation,
My time spent with you
In pure adulation.

But now you are gone,
And I am alone.
I’ve no where to go,
sorrow drenched to the bone.

I go out to wander,
A late night excursion,
Frantically searching
To find a diversion.

Though crowded with people
The streets are all barren.
I could have been riding,
The ferry of Charon.

The bustling lights
Once so bright and gay,
In the span of one evening
Have all turned to grey.

So I try to find solace
In the arms of another
Smiling faces bring tears
As I think of my lover.

I go by to see you
Filled with anguish and strife
Stealing a glance
I see your new life.

You are laughing and happy
With lots of new friends.
Oh why did I come,
My sorrow transcends

To a brand new level
Of despair and dismay.
Self-hatred mixed in,
Cursed feet made of clay.

In my weakness I keep
Going back to your place.
Hoping sorrows recede
With a glimpse of your face.

But each visit brings only
Heartache and tears.
Nurturing and growing
My self-doubt and fears.

'Til finally sleep takes me,
Filled with empty distain,
I retreat only to nurture,
My soul’s garden of pain.

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