Left
Love
What
was once felt to be so real becomes not at real at
all.
What
looked alive fell, where on one was to hear it.
Trust
is betray, a broken heart made.
Spun
in a dark room there is only restlessness exists.
Heavy
are the nights that falls endless tears.
The
Sun that once shined has fallen never to come up
again.
And
what was hope, joy and love become thorns that tear deep within the
soul.
How
could a bright sunny day become so hellish.
One
that would never end.
Direction
is lost and so is the meaning.
so
what is the piont of going on.
Love
what is it? A crule joke played on a careing
fool?
I
still feel but there is so much pain, it makes me not want to feel
again.
Yet
it persists even if it isn't to be returned, and it echoes as if it were
a pebble falling in a dark empty cave.
And
one lonely soul persists, forever in the vast night.
Brady Smith
8/4/98