Ashes of what never will be

It must be incredible
The life you have.
The chaos
and constant lack of time.
Even for a moment
Where I seem to matter.

And there is still the
Half hearted voice
Saying the words that
Truly matter to me.
While the emotion
Sits in a traffic jam
Full of things
More important.

But please, don't fret
It's okay
I'll wait, and hope
For you to say
It first,
Once and not be leaving.

And with all the
Women in the world
I still cannot place my hope
In any of them
Because they're
Simply; not you.
And so they mean nothing
Just like me.

Soon enough
I'll crumble and sift away
Like the ashes
Of old photographs
That didn't matter more
Until after they lost value
From vanity
Or memories of times
That came strong
And disappeared ever stronger.

And all the questions
That you implied to not answer
Still dwell in this
Wasteland of what I was.
And here I have
One
Question for you to neglect
What am I, really?

 

Wow. Just amazing. You are a great writer and I can relate to your works amazingly right now.

Thumbs up.

 

Thanks I'm glad you like my work.

At least someone is finding a good in what's going on haha.

 

It is always ironic, actually wanting people to derive pleasure from your pain.

I feel for you though. Good luck.

 

Amen