The Loveletter
A debt unpaid, a weight without end,
Shadows lingering, where love once clung.
Each memory, a reminder of a fracture;
Each breath, a burden
Each moment, a relic carved in dust.
A grave without a name, tears unceasing.
Knowledge, the curse I bear;
Yet this feeling, foreign, and I know it not.
Is it the end, or a new beginning?
“I’m unbreakable,” the lie I told myself.
I search, I claw, I beg,
Again and again, I drown in my own sorrow
But solace will not come.
Under reason and pride;
My soul rots unseen, no light, no hope.
My heart, a sword
Its bearer is dead, but still it cuts;
deeper than the ocean.
The scars I bear, a reminder
That my demons wear my own face.
Me,
a vessel of pain wrapped in dreams
And the silence became my tomb.
Now I breathe, and I live
Forgetting to remember.
And what was written dissolves into dust;
unread, unwanted, unlived.
Dunca9n 