The Weight Of You

The first week without you is an eternal bee sting Too much pain to talk Paralyzed from the waist down Confined to a lonely bed The pain lessens up like the rain But the swelling remains As big as a bowling ball, on each hand and kneecap Forcing me to crawl around like a deranged animal Only winning me pity The swelling reduces after a month or so But ugly pink scars remain When triggered, blood pours from the scars Stains my sheets as I sleep alone Years pass and the ugly scars begin to heal But not completely Decades later I wake at midnight screaming Perplexed at the puddle of red surrounding me Why do I still bleed as if the wound was just made? I lay on my deathbed after centuries of agony My scars have faded, many more have been added A quilt of despair, a skin of sadness The memories of you return once more The tears fall, the earth shakes And at last I rest