Submitted by : Zakaria on Strugle

As the day emerges and seems trough,
I grow ever wary of what I do.
I start to contemplate of things that I said,
So tormenting, they unfold from my head.

I bring to mind the time when we had no beat,
Hanging on, not giving in to defeat.
No matter what surfaced on our way,
As long as we were together we would be ok.

But then the atmosphere gave way for our nightmare,
The last flash of joy and the creation of despair.
For our chain to be shattered so easily by a mere fight,
Is what makes me regret why I thought we were alright.

Now we wither away alone and full of remorse,
Our hearts lost and blinded all thanks to divorce.