Sunday, July 27, 2014

Never Whole

Never Whole

The dark of the night, seems like blackness all around; but it’s bright in comparison, to a soul with no sound.

The me that I was, has been gone for a while; I trusted in love, before it deleted my smile.

The suffering of silence, through echoes of pain; are the screams from my Hell, before my heart is slain.

To the one’s that I loved, I’ve given my all; I think I am empty, and hearing that call.

The silence is dark, and calling my name; because we both had an existence, that’s exactly the same.

A soul isn’t supposed, to survive all alone; half of a whole, is all I have known.

So with blood that won’t flow, from a heart with no beat; will I still be alone, when death I do meet?

By Ronnie H. Lee    7/28/2014

Tuesday, July 22, 2014