Our Demise

There are times I feel my soul bleeding from the mere sound of his voice. The words of discontent pulsate through me and my heart races at the thought of running. My mind prays for an escape but does not know how.

I can not see clearly the path that lay before me but I see us divided and the end coming ever closer. It is as though we are teetering on the edge of a cliff with the hope that the rocks beneath us do not give way.

Torn and scattered are the memories of the love that once tied us together as the evil has destroyed all that remained of that love. His lust, my depression, our greed and deceit, no truths be left that can rebuild the foundation that we picked apart piece by piece. The hammer slowly chipped away one fragment at a time the stone that at one time could have stood for a lifetime.

Like a volcano that erupted without warning our lives became so full of hatred we exploded and our love turned to ash that has cooled over the years. No longer do we burn for one another in passion and desire, now we are cold and unfeeling.

What remains is a tie that belongs to the apron around my waste and the leash upon his neck. he does not respect me and I have lost my respect for him. We are lost and confused hoping to rebuild what nearly seems hopeless.

I know you are still there

The rain makes me sleepy. I feel the urge to close my eyes and shut off the rest of the world for the day. I want to sleep and dream of all that I once had and all that I once believed in.


So much time has come to pass and numerous changes have taken place, still, my heart can not forget you. I know you are still with me. I feel you from time to time brushing my shoulder or reminding me of things of the past.


It is not easy to let go of the hope that maybe one day I will wake from this nightmare and you will be here. Alas, I know that this is impossible. I know that my time with you is over still a part of me can not let go. I don't want to.

I dream about you often, about places I have never seen in life. I know that you are trying to tell me something but I don't know what it is. I'm not sure that I will ever know.

(photo by Daisy Nelson)