Love Poems & Poetry

My eyes are open,
Heart is cold,
Body broken,
Growing old,

My soul is faceless,
I lie here dying,
How can I face this,
Never crying,

“Open back up!”
I scream to the mirror,
At a face corrupt,
My ears can still hear her,

I look down the hallways,
Of an empty house,
It seems as always,
Without Devout.

A spark in me flutters,
It quickly dies,
Another one starts,
I close my eyes,

Hate begins,
Depression gone,
Self suppression,
And on and on,

“Get a grip!”
I tell myself,
I’ve placed myself,
On the bottom shelf,

I walk though my house,
Like a fool without reason,
Looking for nothing,
Committing self treason,

To the point where I say,
“Enough is enough!”
“What hell is your problem!?”
“Your life’s not rough!”

“Pick up your chin,”
“It’s time to move on!”
Yet I stagger backwards,
Inspiration gone,

Then something happens,
Something worth trying,
Something to hope for,
Other than dying,

A spark emits,
My eyes then open,
No more hate,
No longer broken,

No more pain,
No more sorrow,
Gone with today,
On with tomorrow.
-Dennis Mayer

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