None But You

What do I do, now I've reached the edge?
What is left, but one more step?

The cliff is steep to the abyss below,

With no sign of a landing in sight.

There are miles upon miles of empty air,

Without a sound ringing through it.

Once you cross the line,

There is no turning back.

Reaching out for a comforting hand,

No hand will I hold, other than your hand.
But your hand is not there.

 

What do I do when smothering black
Of this night engulfs me, coldly dark,

Threatening to steal away my being,

Without a trace of what had happened?

This world is so cruel,

So dark, I tingle with sudden fear
I shiver in longing for warm arms to encircle me,

No arms do I need other than your arms.
But your arms are not there.

 

What do I do with a life

That is now so bleak, so pointless?

Looking down into the abyss,

I feel as though I can see the end of the world,

Hidden, cloaked in a darkened mist.
And even as the blissful dark calls to me,

Whispering promises of relief and comfort,

I must keep senselessly on,
Because you are still waiting for me,

And because I will live on for you.

No love keeps my heart, other than your love.
But your love is no longer here.

Author's Note

Do you know what it means when you say you love someone so much you would die for them? It means nothing. Love, true love, is when you love someone so much...you would live for them.

Reviews

[Matt]

i wouldn't go as far as saying dying for love is nothing. but yea this poem is interesting. very powerful.

[c.m.]

This poem is simply beautiful. I know what you mean when you say the hand, the arms, and the love isn't there. Divine; I loved it.

[DailyWyatt]

I realluy like the way the poem grabs at your heart with the imagery of helplessness and love this is really good work

[Natalie.]

You are amazing once again my friend. Bravo. Bravo indeed.

[DBURKE]

Oh this is priceless- I agree with your footnote that true love is love that you live for