I feel more like a corpse pretending to live; <br />yet even death could not promise peace <br />by not having you. <br />Even death could not guarantee rest <br />to my broken heart that's pretending <br />to beat for you. <br />I am in that dark abyss again, <br />pretending to see. <br />Yet what's in there for me? <br />Nothing but nothing again. <br />What else could be grasped in the darkness? <br />Just but a silhouette of you. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(June 2012)<br /><br />Jessel Jane Tevar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-rest-in-peace/
