Loss and Separation

Cloudless, starless, helpless, emptiness.
Nothing left to cling to but my old ways.
Trying desperately to make these feelings go away.

Thoughtless, heartless, leafless wilderness.
Watching how the tender heart grows cold.
Even April’s tender blossoms wither and grow old.

Nameless, shapeless, confess always less.
Running ever faster just to catch up to my fears.
Never find the answer between the joy and tears.

Endless darkness, hopeless, groundlessness.
In everything we’ve lost we’re reminded what we gained.
This feeling of apartness really makes us more the same.

©2007 LApp