Over and Over
by Ahna V. White
Feb. 7th, 08
A cry for the day.
It’s so haunting, your voice.
It echo’s, those words you said.
From across the room but directly in my ears, into my soul, I heard you.
And tears to release this pain, stream down my face.
So long ago or just yesterday, I heard you say… so few words.
It’s late but sleep does not come, the broken record skipping in my mind won’t stop.
A cry for the day, oh so missing you.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
And it’s oh so haunting, your words… so loud… “I can’t live like this any more!!”
My soul falls to the depth of the Earth, with such few words and in less than a minute.
Replay.
Replay.
Replay.
And I cry for the day, it’s become a routine.
And I cry for the day, will the song ever change?
Over and over again, “It’s over”, still over again.
And tears for the day… “No hope is left”, I heard you.
Over and over and it’s over…
Believe It
My heart is open and in need of love.
But how?
God, tell me how?
I'm sick of hearing that I "will be" ok...
I'd like to be ok right now; what's wrong with now?
He brought meaning and purpose to my life... my reason to try.
I am in need of love as I struggle to restore my own Spirit.
All the beauty I once believed in has faded to black.
Hope seems more like a memory.
My path so altered, I don't know where I am or where I'm going.
What is my purpose if all alone?
What is there to smile about without love?
What is there to believe in now?
December 9th, 2008 1:33 am
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