Aftermath

These words fail to escape my fingertips 

In the way that they used to; 

Every thought returning to you 

As I sit here surrounded by the night; 

I still feel you on my lips; 

All of my efforts 

Failing to erase the bittersweet aftertaste; 

Harsh are the ways of the world; 

People and all of their rules; 

Hearts intertwined by everyday things; 

Bound by faith while slowly breaking; 

I sit here alone; 

Thoughts overflowing; 

My blood boiling 

As I desperately try to silence the noise; 

Two voices 

Speaking unrecognizable words; 

So far away 

That my hands cannot reach them; 

Damned are the weary 

Who allow their souls 

To carry this heavy burden; 

Unable to escape the solitude 

That awaits them on the other side.-