The Bookmark

Before me lies a book, open at a page. I cannot read the book further; not now. What will tomorrow bring? I cannot say.
What if things change? What if I find the ability and desire to pick up from where I left off? To complete the book?

Time has passed. Much has changed. I want to complete it, but the book was shut long ago. I cannot find the page.

That is why I must leave a bookmark. If tomorrow I should decide to pick the book up again, I will know from exactly where I should to continue.

With that, I can shut the book with a sense of security, knowing not what tomorrow brings, but simply that the bookmark will remain come what may and I, thus, have no reason to fear.

Goodbye

I waited night and day
For a word from you
Never thought that next
When we spoke
All you'd say
Goodbye

And Even though I knew
A place for me I'd made
In the heart of you
I never thought I'd hear one day
That single word
Goodbye

Wouldn't I shed a single tear?
You have left me standing here
For all the time we spent together
One day, it's
Goodbye

And now that you have
gone afar
The loneliness creeps
into my heart
And all that I have
left of you
Goodbye

You left me crying in my tears
Through no fault of your own
For you had told me from the start
But for your touch my love had grown
And now has come along the day
You leave me with nothing to say
to you
You leave me crying in the tears
of decay
And as I see you walk away
I hope our roads will cross some day

Left Behind..

Keep walking down this road called life
Don't stop
Don't turn around
Don't wait for me
I shall find my way
Maybe we will meet someday
Or maybe things won't turn out fine
Failure was never crime
Keep on, head high
Be not consumed by
pity, duty, obligation
Do not linger
Do not heed
Don't stop
Don't turn around
Don't wait for me

clean slate

The road has ended
I've lost my way
All thoughts are lost
Not much to say

Stolen moments
Times forgotten
All is changing
I'm empty

Is there any point
In carrying on?
When all I want is
to be gone

I have seen all that was
to be seen
All my dishes have been
wiped clean

Stolen moments
Times forgotten
All is changing
And I am empty

Would you care if all I
want is to sleep
There are no regrets
no tears to weep
But all I really want is
to sleep
Please don't wake me up
There's none left for me

I suffer; for you?

Everything I wanted
I see it in your hands
Did I not deserve it?
I'd never understand

The time was never ripe
And everything was wrong
I did succeed in what I'd
wanted all along

Wasn't really everything but
it was my only dream
That I could ever realise
Or so I had it seem

All effort invested
it seems an utter waste
And all I'd ever cherished
has left a bitter taste

All your smiling faces
Oh, how it pains the heart
For all that I had worked for
You had right from the start

Now I am forgotten
And one day you will too
Yet I am without memories
For they all rest in you

Façade

She gazed into the mirror. The reflection was far beyond recognition.
A pair of glasses abated the depth of her eyes, that were a tinted green and full of sorrow. Those that gazed back were grey and without passion.
Her flowing hair seemed wiry thin. She would tug at them but the wig would not shed. The sparse whites spoke of a ghastly truth of which she was in denial.
Her skin was dry and freckled. She would scratch away at it, hoping that it would peel off to reveal suppleness and delicacy. But she would only leave behind another white scar.
The dark hue beneath her eyes spoke of many sleepless nights. It gave her many more.
She pursed her lips. They were thin and dry, devoid of any life and colour. If she smiled, her visage would assume a look of haughtiness.
She turned away from her looking glass, and as she did, she buried the thought.
In her ignorance, she found strength to face the day ahead.