Not sure if I posted this one before, but it upon reading some of my old poems in my worn out black book, I was drawn to this one....

Lost

Alone i sit
upon my bed
mind so composite
with thoughts of you

your simple touch
pure silk upon my weathered skin

the delicate strands of hair
dancing a beautiful waltz in the air

your smile
so gentle and delicate

In your eyes
seeing the beauty of life untold
deep inside my soul it is clear

But tis all a nightmare

I sit here

alone

without you

Hesitated for the moment
Doubted for that second
Paying an eternal penalty.

Not a single tear
Not one drop of emotion

emptiness

How i wanted

so much

to cry

to feel

but emptiness was all that surrounded me.


J. Lighthawk

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Ero, in the year 274 AF.