Erosion

This life, as long as I could share it all with you, rain or shine.

The beginning, in between, until the end of time.

Yet all that shines turns to rust;

All that stands in time turns to dust.

Still in love with everything about you,

Feeling the wreckage from everything you do.

I’m still here through another empty day;

Hoping this burden will somehow drift away.

The son of rejection held to the light;

In this life feeling dead inside.

Only now, you’re dead like me;

And from my cold fingers you long to be free.

My father left me with a void in my soul,

You leave me with words and a stare so cold.

The converging emptiness I try to take;

All alone I seem to break…