The Deep

A Poem by Alex Morse

A poem depicting romance between the author and someone who walked away from them

Silence, a shallow voice deep beyond the abyss
A voice that questions me of your existence
Darkness follows behind you, frightens the, drawing me closer
My eyes narrow beyond the tree line, only to seek your face hidden behind the brown
I question if I will ever see you again
For I, the mistaken,
seek to see if your there, looking for the lost connection
Yet, I will come back again
Hoping to see the growth of your youth
My mind, troubled in thought remembers the subtle touch and beauty of your skin
enlightening the times of the golden era for I once visualized as home.
Like me, you leave broken pieces on the ground, hoping it fuels another down the trail
Illustrating the battles and the wars you once commanded
Thus, one can question if silence is the sound of humans reminiscing
How foolish of me, as I allowed you to drag me beyond this personal measure
As I lay wake per diem, relieving scenarios in bitter darkness
I strive forward, quivering your bitter attitude from the touch of your gushing whispers
At times I wish to call upon the for a prescription, an antidote to my solution
But how foolish am I,
For I sit and wait, For what I thought was your love
I know waiting will fray the cold onto my death, only at your disposal
But yet, you cannot for I have turned my back on you
hiding inside the true feelings
The true feelings that I stow away for another coming of your season
However, I am the foolish one to think that we were once similar