Evolution

For the The paper,
At first white and blank,
Filled now with ink of my sorrow and pain.

The lies,
Which were once pure are poisoned with words,
True love was wasted and cast down to shame.

Waiting waiting
Reaching reaching
For anything
That’s left for me to hold on to
Falling falling
Drowning drowning
In the only thing
That I ever knew was true

The eyes stained with tears,
That once were concealed
Open and stay where the agony falls.

The mind, which was pure,
Has thought of things to stall.

The letters,
Meaningless,
Have grown becoming more.

The feelings,
Then unexpressed,
Feel their way down to the core.