I sit and stare, stare at you,
Hoping to find a reason why I am stuck on you –
But, I find nothing,
You are all negatives,
A silhouette of white and grey hues –
We are bonded by nothing,
You are colourless and formless,
As the emptiness in empty spaces –
You are nothing,
Being with you has held no gain,
Your every action brings me pain –
Your presence is nothing,
I am here,
And you feed my soul with sadness.
I die slowly,
Still, I stay –
For you did break me perfectly.
(C) Alan Delta ‘Grow
Alan Delta ‘Grow is a writer, Poet and Thinker. He loves his own company. He’s inspired by pain and sadness, and has been called weird.