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Bitter sadness

Closes in.

On my weary mind.

Making the room, my mind, my head

Spin with the beat of the clock's midnight striking.

I gaze out of the locked attic window

Shunning all

Fracturing memories with will

And time.

Though why did it have to end this way?

Why were you so cold?

I embraced your soul,

Begging the Gods to let you stay.

But no one heeds my commands,

So then my heart grows stale.

I block off any germinating demands,

My hands trembling,

My palid face grows pale.

Our souls,

They intertwined,

Down the path of fate.

But we were torn apart by time,

Making love

Transform to hate.

So now I sit, alone at last,

My body growing weak.

Bitter sadness closes in.

And I admit defeat.