Sorry Bleedings

One more night of melancholy

And feigning silence hisses in his ear
Provoking the deep guilt within him
He blocks it before the onuses appear

Plunging deep into the darkness

He starts to hum her favourite tune
To get lost in their amorous memory . . .
Meeting under the glow of a shying moon

Hanging on to the loving reminiscence

He occupies his mind with a rhapsody
If only he knew how to play the violin
He‘d stroke her strings for a melody

He’d try to write lyrics expressly for her

To sing whilst caressing the body of a cello

Intensely embracing his fading thoughts
As he hears the inner voices stir with a bellow

Grief wrings his broken wistful heart

As it gets dark, he cradles his pillow tight
Feeling all bruised and battered inside
Her absence cutting deep with a fright
 He lets go and surrenders to the silence
Encapsulating him into a jarring dark shell
Remorse has come for him for another night
Plummeting him into the depths of his own hell

His regrets mangle him to the very core

Into the abyss of his burdening isolation
Baring his never healing scars even more
He’s alone for another night of desolation

He ripped her heart; his tore in return

Realising too late her love was all he’d need
To help in sealing the dreadful resonating void
Now left exposed for ravening regrets to bleed

He has forgotten the sweet taste of restful sleep

To quietly drift away into a world beyond the seen

O how he longs for a night free of heartache
With her, to float away, in a haven so serene

Monday, 25th October 2004