In the pitch black dark night.
She lies awake face facing up
Lost in the wilderness, hunted by memories
With a limping hope and a screaming brain
Her mind is, but a familiar land
Is it the late night texts, the sound of her voice or the love she cherished that’s amiss?
Is it the inside jokes, the look in her eyes or her once upon a time kind soul that kept them going?
If not an illusion or delusion, Eros’ testimony shall bare me witness
Love so pure it put an infant’s innocent smile to shame
Is one ever immune to the sound of a shredding heart?
“Clear!” Said one doctor, trying to keep it alive
Little did she know, the lifeline had already retired for bed
This time it hit different, there’s not a drop from the cracks
Yet she can feel the angry waters crashing against her stubborn cold shield
Maybe not today or tomorrow, the rain is coming
And a beautiful day is foreseen after a dreadful storm