| THE HELL |
| He thought it wouldn't matter He thought no one would care Surely they wouldn't notice if he was no longer there And so he snuffed the candle out For them, he was not concerned They would only find the darkness for his flame no longer burned But in the darkness he could see A soul cried out in pain The anguish he had sought to escape had found him now again He never knew how much she cared He didn't think she'd cry And now, too late, he realized what he had left behind Surely this must be the hell he had always heard of The torture and the agony, the knowledge of lost love She sat there stunned in disbelief the moment that she heard How could this be? He's really gone? She couldn't accept the words She thought back in her mind to all the times before She played them over and over again She wanted to be sure Was there anything at all she could have done or said? All the questions and the doubts were loud inside her head Louder still was the echo of a hollow emptiness A future that might have been A love she did not express Surely this must be the hell she'd heard so much about To mourn a love she never knew, and now would live without |
| (c) 2004 Sheila W |
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