NOTHING MATTERS

Nothing matters when your heart
lies on a bed of spikes,
bleeds so much both day and night
from the love that vanished
you thought would last forever.

The sun grows icicles
each noon is an ice box,
dressed in suit that makes you numb
to any feelings, winds or words.

Only touched by the image
of the face the fled your life,
body grows numb to the world,
every news treated as just the same.

Wanting to feel again the way it was
when every second was on fire,
life was a thunder the never stopped,
a power that had no end.

Sitting crippled in the aftermath,
very existence having lost meaning and passion
even desire has gone to your care.

Watching the world out the window,
still clutching to the memory
of that ecstasy soaked existence.

Waiting on a miracle to occur
to restore that stroll in vibrant seconds
because without it
each heart beat seems pointless,
might as well reserve that plot,
just can’t breathe without knowing
the happiness that came from two being one,
someone it will be uncovered again,
for until it does the light will die,
and evening will always be winter,
they are the image motivators
as an alarm clock of warning
always ringing in the head.