#WritcoPoemPrompt2

In the end, it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone.
Leaving me in my dungeon of thoughts,
Strom whirling in my head,
Spinning so hard that cannot focus
The thing that lies in front of me.

There was darkness all around,
No light to be seen.
It was just me, listening to the sounds of my breath
That echoed through the empty wall.
You were always there,
Making it hard to distinguish between things.

That’s the thing about trust,
Once it goes, it never returns.
It stays there with its claws embedded
Breaking everything inside with words and act
That will stay forever within me,
Leaving its scar for me to haunt.
© Vaish