By Crystevin
Date: 9 January 2000

Weary

Can't even describe
my turmoil wrapped in a smile.
Or the lack of transparency
that hides this confusion.

Won't waste your time
trying to explain away the pain
nor fantasize about what could have been
what once was
or never can be
not with me.

I will say this
only for myself
to know the score
of love lost
with the greatest of cost.

Don't bemuse me
nor confuse me more,
let me dwindle
in fading memories
living in my daydream
to survive the day
then let me die
rather than stay.

All hope is vacant
as the heart has bled slowly
dripping routinely through the years
with the acceptance of such loss,
lost is the truth
lost is my knowledge 
lost is our trust
lost was all love
over and over
gaining only
seemingly
more pain.

Rest weary one
for tomorrow
may renew.