My One True Love:Poetry

It had been a long time since I have written anything.
I wrote this the other night because I was depressed and I couldnt sleep.

Interrogation

I whisper,
Only to wait for what seems to be an eternity.
Cashing in my hopes and dreams all in one question.
Waiting for the simplest of answers.
Waiting...
Waiting...
Like that guy that served us that night at the pancake house.
Patient.
Impatient.
A nervous chuckle.
Waiting...
Waiting...
No answer.
I whisper again.
"What will become of me?
This life of meaningless encounters with those I do know
And those I don't know."
I heard the answer.
There are no smiles.
Wanting to end my life
At the sound of the voice of the one I am exchanging life stories with,
Laughs,
And tears.
It comes to me,
As if I was dreaming.
I hear it and the tears stream down my face,
Like the blood pouring from his sweat glands,
Never ceasing to flow.
I grow weak and weary,
Exhausted from the deep scourging breaths
Coming from my diaphragm
As it if were coming from the pit of darkness.
The pits of hell.
Burning me from inside out.
The answer resonates through my body,
My core,
My soul.
Pounding like the war drums of time,
Never letting me forget those that I have loved,
And those that I have hated.
Destroying me from the inside out.
And then it happens.
Stillness.
Silence.
I shiver from the coldness I am left with.
It is gone.
All I have wanted.
All I have hoped for.
All I have worked for.
Gone.
And in this stillness comes the beauty.
The beauty in the loneliness.
Being left with only the thought of what coul have been.
But because I am alone,
There is no one to comfort me.
No one to look up to.
Nothing that can make me smile.
It is all gone and amiss.
Everything.
Everyone.
Gone.
And just when I think I will wake up from this horrid terror,
I realize this is no jest.
No dream.
I fall to my knees in defeat.
The tears dried on my now ruddy cheeks.
No sound.
No movement.
No hope.
Only the heart beating slowly but surely in my chest.
And I am left wondering....
Waiting...