My tears have Soaked my soul.
like a woman drenched in rain,
waiting for his lover to come,
the wait is a never ending pain.

i remember the moment,
when Hope left my door.
crumbling bits of misery,
all over the floor.

what is left is a canvas,
bland white and rough
i try to arrange the colors again,
the path seems so tough.

My tears have soaked my soul
like a cloth dipped in fuel,
waiting for someone to start a fire,
so that i can feel warm again.
© STOIC