Where Have You Gone IV
Where have you?... Joy?...
Where have you gone?
Why have you forsaken me?...
Joy‐
Will you ever return?
Will you ever come back for me?...
Fulfillment‐
So cold, and empty,
you've left me, bereft and longing...
for nothing but complete relief, from your absence...
to be attained by any means necessary,
only to be reminded that this world's peace is only vanity,
merely a façade that doesn't even exist.
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Since you've left‐
From the time you decided to turn your face...
Joy‐
Everything fell away‐
Nothing has been able to fill the space you left...
Fulfillment‐
Life has no longer been considered to be a gift
void of desire and barren is this reality...
empty of any kind of purpose to persist in such pointlessness‐
Your absence has bred misery in all moonlight,
and has brought dread to my bedside...
even sunshine feels forsaken, void of any light.
~
Will you ever return?
Joy‐
Will you ever come back to me?
Fulfillment‐
and you...
Passion‐
How long will you leave me empty?
Should I even waste what borrowed time I have left seeking after you lot?...
Why do I even think to bother with thinking where you all have gone?...
Whether your return is to come or not‐
I may just be better off caring not about you three...
or wherever it is you lot have gone.
~
Would I not?...
Save both myself and my pen from the suffering you three combine to bring in your absence‐
There's no amount of questions I can ask to make any of this make any kind of sense,
yet I am unable to stop...
wondering, thinking, and wanting your return‐
My reward for clinging to hope has been only longing and yearning,
burning, yet frozen...
iced over, yet set ablaze‐
I care not anymore, whether this time wasted was for right or wrong...
no longer is my heart fighting with what its been faced,
and no longer will I be wondering where you have gone.
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About the Creator
Josh Morgan
Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.

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