Dramione
I knew the moment
I saw her,
sitting in this white room
white cloth wrapped
around her thin frame,
this blank expression
starring
at the white wall
with her empty eyes.
Thousand boulders
crashing down on me,
I sank to my knees
on the cold marble floor,
my arms trembling
my fists smashing
helplessly
the cold marble floor,
anguish filling my lungs
making it hard for me
to breath.
Getting up
with all the weight
on my shoulders
makes me
fifty years older,
holding on to the
white wall
I make my way
to her side,
where I belong.
And as I stay there
in the silence
it seems like every second
lasts hours,
never ending.
My eyes close shut,
just standing there
and waiting
hoping
that the silence
won't last.
Fluttering open
as I hear
her voice,
whispering softly
that she can't
can't fly
with her wings, broken,
sounding like
a lost child
forgotten in the dark.
And it is as if
my hearts shatters
all the pieces
boring into my flesh,
bleeding
I'm bleeding.
I take a breath
air
filling my lungs,
and in the same
I feel like crying,
crying hard
for hours on and on,
feel like crying
for her sake.
But my throat is
dry,
choking on my tongue
searching for
the right words,
that won't
come over my lips.
Are there even any
right words?
I stretch out my hand
searching
for hers,
grasping on to her hand
trying to give
warmth
to this stiffness
to this coldness,
I wanna draw her
into an embrace
and give her
all the love and warmth
that has
left her.
But as I step closer,
I feel a distance
between us,
one that hasn't
been there
before.
Like a ghost
hovering before my eyes,
unseen by me,
but giving off
threatening waves
that resonate
inside my heart.
Looking at her
from a distance
that seems farther
to me,
than standing
right by her side,
I feel like losing her.
Silently
she sits there
starring
at the blank wall,
Where does
all the pain hide?
Where are all the tears
that should spill
from her honey-brown eyes?
When did the passion
leave her eyes?
When did the will to live
leave her heart?
How did she
lose herself
on the way?
I try to suppress
a sob
that slowly
makes it way
up my throat.