Life, A Love Letter

Life,

You're at a cliff's end,

The void below stretches on forever,

And yet, there lies a destination,

A place where every soul will once meet,

To the place where flowers have no meaning,

To the place where agony, self-despair, loathing of oneself,

Is all worthless,

Pen to paper,

Quill to parchment,

Hand in hand, holding,

Never letting go,

The embers of the day flicker, once, then twice,

Then once more,

Before letting go of what could've been,

And waiting on, hopelessly yet full of hope,

Of another day to come,

Another day always comes,

Until the end of times, another day will always come,

Day after day, someone lives on, hopelessly,

In agony, full of hope,

The hope for change, maybe?

The hope for something better, yet the tides come in greater force still,

The imprints left on the sand are hard to miss, and yet go unnoticed so,

Unnoticed or ignored?

The tides, merciless waves hit the paper as the pen draws closer,

To its final destination,

The tides become stronger and stronger,

And yet,

The weight of the tides becomes lessened still,

Complacency or acceptance?

Who will ever know,

Opening up isn't an option when it's just familiar sand,

Neither does the wave,

It just draws out until it no longer exists,

That's just the way it is

- BongCloud