She walked the night
She felt the cold
so many sites
nowhere to go
herself still filled with pain
her sorrows yet running through the veins
felt the hot cigarette burn her fingers
she had nothing else but to linger
foggy night, gelid air
please take away all this despair
so hard, so tough, all so low
she seek and seek but finds no glow
all in all are lost bets
she mourns the ones living yet
those questions spinning in the mind
no answers, nothing that is kind
a week was gone and so little changed
searching the ways to leave the damned
few further steps down on the street
she turned and felt the constant drift
facing the people in the walking flow
she turned to find the path in oak
emptiness was what she found as gold
and she felt deep that she was
truly afloat.
Wandering the busy lane
Feeling all alone
Raindrops falling on his skin
Destiny unknown
Suffering from all the pain
Gathered long ago
Crushed his future before his eyes
Is this the final blow?
He wants to take away despair
When she walks the night
He made choices bad for her
Maybe she was right
It’s also he who doesn’t know
What the future holds
A frightening thought to be alone
It doesn’t feel like home
Two months have passed since the break
The mind is getting clear
Suddenly he is afraid
The damned are very near
59 was on his right
Where they once belonged
He touched the door and knew at sight
All of this feels wrong
Dear Gio,
One can think that no one else is able to feel what you are going through right now.
And I know it does not feel like any kind of comfort to hear that you’re not the first and will not be the last. That you’re not the only one.
So many more like you, undergoing the same kind of suffering, fearing the same dark clouds of loneliness, glooming ahead.
Just questions and no answers.
Why does love hurt and why is trust being abused?
Wondering how much humiliation one can bear? How to cry when no more tears are left?
How much hurting can one stand? How lonely can one be?
It may appear that the hole in your heart can never completely heal again within your lifetime.
But you can still love with what is left of it.
You can still crawl, when your legs refuse to walk.
Live for an other if you can no longer live for yourself.
Bring support to those who are even weaker than you are yourself.
Life is a struggle. Sometimes you win, sometimes you loose.
Keep faith. Conquer it. I know you can. I know you know it too.