Outside I'm frozen
unmovable
resolute.
The decision
has been made
long ago;
you learned the
perils
of pushing
too far;
unlike
all the others
no inch
no quarter
is given.
You try
and you try
to uncover
to discover
a suitable replacement
someone
something
a reasonable facsimile.
There is none.
For the world
the face is
unmoving
stone
like my heart.
Cold.
Dead.
Inside I long
for the days
past and
passed.
It flickers
like an eternal
fire
unquenched
unwavering
still.
Left with
no choice
lingering
waiting
watching
aching
it's done.
Forever.
No repair
no return to
the way things were.
But
I still
want to.
And I can't.
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