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Transient as my laughter echoes,
You mouthed a ghastly address of farewell.
All of the snow in January cannot abate
The sorrow imprisoned in my heart.

The threads that once bound us so close together
Snapped and withered away on a hateful winter’s day.

Goodbye is an illness.
Through the relentless changing of the seasons,
My dismal feelings remain the same.
Even the morning’s sunlit avenue
Frowns upon me.

Only the sound of a silent farewell came from you
The sounds of hypocritical desperation flooding my mind

Tossing me away so suddenly,
You are unable to understand my distresses,
Cutting the strings of the shattered marionette;
The puppet that was my past self.
I have died multiple times by your hands.

Throwing myself into an abyss so deep
I can no longer even pinpoint my true feelings.

You don’t cry, you say.
Your invisible tears reflect longing for the love you once desired,
Your eyes wish they remembered how to cry on the outside.

The threads that once bound us so close together
Snapped and withered away on a hateful winter’s day.
Only the sound of a silent farewell came from you
The sounds of hypocritical desperation flooding my mind
Throwing myself into an abyss so deep
I can no longer even pinpoint my true feelings.