Sunday, August 12, 2012


All the light has vanished
I have nowhere to return
I might as well end up as now
Withering ashes in my urn.
My heart feels as though
A vacuum is withheld
Raging inside
With a sadness, unquelled
The pain of this guilt
Is not one easily contained
It takes a long course of time
And much self restraint.
I grasp for my empty apologies
They scatter needlessly
They felt so important, meaningful
And I clung to them so frequently
Now my eyes can finally see
The lies I have told, unnoticed by me
I hadn't even realized
They sounded so fake
And felt so as well.

<Copyright Faith C. 2012>