For everything....

For everything ever said or done,
Another trail of tears fall - be it not fun.
Heartless and cruel when tortures fall short,
In the glimpse of an eye an image is caught.

When faded be the memories upon ancient days,
Every single event and emotion continues to replay,
Where the only torture wherein life be found,
Is this continual heartache and pain placed silently upon the ground.

For when everything was once clear you knew the truth,
Swept across the dunes and times faced tunes of a new youth,
Yet could not conceptualize what had once materialized,
That through love was it no more than a breakage of each soul.

Yet distance told a tale of what could not have been known,
And though in this world no one dare care for you more than a dead stone,
You cannot but feel that this torture is not deservent upon any being,
For no words nor faces, times or places can erase or replace this guilty feeling.

And for every single day that you continue to put me through such an ordeal,
It is only another opening wherein hatred would consume what once was real.
For the truth is that I would never know had anything happened,
And it remains something wherein strength does not surrender.