POETRY: Blood-stains and a Note

I

You’re sighing and you’re crying into silent salty lakes of tears

You’ve worn your heart on your sleeves for the most of many years

 

You’re aching and you’re shaking up the walls of futures past

Shaking up the leaves of the trees that once grew in your heart

 

You’re breaking and you’re paining like a tensed-up window

Laughing and crying like a pregnant widow

 

You’re saying it and you’re faking it – words of loss of love

Praying and failing – loss of words for love

 

                Because your love left you long ago

                When you were fast asleep

                Leaving blood stains and a note .  .  .

 

II

You’re waiting and you’re waiting but their train isn’t going to come

You’re tearing and you’re swearing, you hate what you’ve become

 

You’re crying and you’re dying, well, isn’t that the way it’s meant to be?

And your most cherished memories go to drown in the stormy sea

 

You’re walking and you’re falling but you finish where you start

You’re just feeding off the bread-crumbs that are left inside your heart

 

I’m crying that you’re crying, long and salty lakes

I’m fighting but you’re dying – what difference does it make?

 

                Because your love left you long ago

                When you were fast asleep

                Leaving blood stains and a note.  .  .

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