As petals fall from the dying tree
As tears mix into mud
As sunlight shoots over the hill
A last light, red as blood . . .
A single eye, stained red with tears
Stares blankly through the sky
And wonders, if life's to be this
Is it better not to die?
For time was harsh, her heart undone
And her insides worn hollow
It seemed that all the world was gone
And that she, too, should go . . .
Alone, unaided, where are they?
The ones she once called friends?
Bereft, alone, to face the cold
To see the bitter end . . .
Her guts are wrenching, fighting out
To be free of the flesh
To drop unto the grassy round
As blood and grenery mesh . . .
But not today . . . no, not today . . .
For though today seems like a year
And though it seems that I'm alone
. . . is everyone else not here?
Astranged by guilt and doubt and pain
Confused and worried, there
Though they know not how to act, assuage
It still is true they're there . . .
Though the center of her life is gone
Perhaps, she'll still survive . . .
For, while water can fill the hollow heart,
No one can replace life
Author's Note:
A friend of mine went through a breakup, and I guess I did this to try to cheer her up . . . but I wasn't really listening to it as I wrote it beyond seeing that it rhymed, so it kind of ended up depressive. ^^; Eh-heh . . . anyway, that's why I wrote this . . . I think it's fairly good. :)