Solitude and Contemplation

The world is at rest, the souls next to me are in deep slumber A few might remain awake, and this body wont cooperate Is it my body? Or my mind? Or my heart? For after all these years, I love you from the start The moment our eyes laid upon each other As if our souls intertwined when we first met The moment I realized you want someone else, I didn’t bother Although its slowly tearing up my world that was so delicate… This poem, is dull, lifeless For I used to write with eager, joy and excitement! Velvet, rich words like how a child sees its environment Where are you, do I call you inner child? Tell me youre at rest.. So Ill know youll wake up again Tortures? Pain? At a delicate age wherein a soul is finding its identiy At a delicate time wherein a soul is being formed and shaped Move on, pain that came from an urequited love From an abused, immature and neglected love From a strangled existence. Now is the time to see the world at a new light Its done, do your best to heal the wound Wounds leave scars But you cant move on from those scars... And the imprint is still there.. But theres no way out YOU are the way out