Extremities

Lightning slashes branches off a tree.
Only emptiness remains of what would be.
There's nothing there to catch the falling rain.
I stand, alone and drenched in that same pain
Missing you.
An emptiness that can't be filled
removes my will to keep on moving on.
The sun arises, burns my skin.
This heartbreak isn't just a whim.
It screams aloud of how I'm missing you.
The pain becomes more real as time goes on.
A chill within the nightmare nears.
Hope is gone. The buds will never
learn to flower again.
Extremities can't mend
a broken heart...

? Michaelette ?

3/7/2004
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