Desolate, dejection....

Desolate, dejection,
despair from a fatal attraction,
rules of life so far from found,
a book but read with tears unbound.

Where to begin when the end remains so near,
tomorrow remain so sorrowfully filled with fear.
Regarded as the greatest treasure,
something way beyond anything to measure.

But when realization struck,
it took but only a few seconds to construct,
the world that fell and shattered to pieces,
wrinkled and crushed with many creases.

When did it speak that falsehood be claimed,
many walked away - there names not to be defamed.
When solitude spoke it brought only tears,
when dreams broke it ripped through people that remained so dear.

Why is it so true when one needs to confide,
that when you look around - there remains no one to find?
Why is it so true that sharpened with thorns,
the path formed with so many to mourn?

Footprints in the sand,
the waves could never erase,
memories bound by chains,
the heavens wept in torrential rains.

Bound to each other and yet so far apart,
words echoed through the distance,
yet it was time to finally part.
Just a memory lingering - no longer in existence.

Scorched but not yet burning so deep,
insane be these thoughts that consume all sleep.
When did it end?
Be it a fault of mine?

I look past the shadows,
yet it's only emptiness to be seen.
Paths erased and crashed like waves,
ridden along the immense seas.

It's just too hard to accept the truth,
it's just to bitter to know how once upon a time the world was so kind,
and when it all comes back - it's just a falsehood that continues to shine....