#6 - The Temptation of Desolation.
Yet another day alone.
The glass that seemed so full,
Is now as empty as the soul which once filled it.
The pain which seeps in to replace this void,
Is it real?
The underlying truth,
The taunting of this trivial joy that keeps me alive?
All material thoughts wither,
Barely a fraction of their past.
My love, I ask you,
If you were here (or even walked this Earth),
Would there even be a question,
As to what the truth would be?
I know I can’t deny the future,
It is the only way forward.
But this seems to be the way back so often,
That I find the path of destruction,
Too tempting, too comforting.
If you were only here,
It wouldn’t exist?
The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on my face. Thousands and thousands of us, and we're passing one another without a look of recognition.