A new low followed by memories of the bitter blow,
I lay down across acres of horrid memory plains,
Bedewed, bedimmed, besieged amongst a show,
Of tearful clouds and ceaseless rains,
To weep at my expiring glow…
Was it a reckless act of destiny?
Or merely a product of our propensity?
The things I did for you,
And all that you put me through…
A decade has passed, yet it still feels fresh & new,
The bruise of your bitter blow stamped on my heart,
Aching, shaking, breaking, letting go of what I knew,
About life, now that we’re apart,
There’s nothing left to do…