Purity once had a name,
And beauty once had a face.
Life once had a meaning,
And once I was safe.
Once there was freedom,
And once I could laugh.
Happiness once was alive,
And once I had another half.
Once I shared her love,
Once I was by her side,
Once I felt I fitted,
So quickly that died.
Her grace so great,
Her beauty so vast,
All I ever wanted,
Was for it to last.
Fate maybe had another plan,
Or maybe she had another love,
But it all fell apart,
The hand too big for the glove.
Now it's all died away,
Happiness, joy, love; all memories.
Now I walk alone in this dark, dark world,
With no light to guide my way

Imagination

by Stymie63

Locked in my cage, I stare at the emptiness; this very emptiness possesses my soul - we are one. The months pass, as do the years, yet as time progresses, it loses all relevance. I sit here trapped in a recurring nightmare, never to awaken. I feed on my own self-pity - I never hunger. I merely exist, captive in this asylum, biding my time; my sole gratification, inebriated isolation. The door to my cage is ajar, as is often the case, yet it's pointless to leave; each journey leads me back to this God-forsaken realm of suffering and despair. Long ago, I was free; I remember faces, smiling faces. A different me, in a different time - it was a time of fulfillment, of togetherness, of love. Then one day the fantasy ended, and I was here . . . but enough about the past; I must face my reality. Distant voices race through my head, as I stave off insanity. But this time, the voice is real. Unsure of its origin, I feel my soul is not as cold; my burden lighter. Though I smile, I soon shiver in frustration. Tears stream down my cheeks, as I cannot deny that the other voice is my own, as my rationality succumbs to my imagination