wasteland

my heart

is a wasteland

open graves

yawning chasms

of empty

bare trees

where words

used to be.

i get lost

wandering

the endless roads

grey skies

once torn asunder

by bolts of

lightning

beautiful storms

but now there is

silence.

i do not know

tomorrow

from today

because the last

thing you said

was goodbye -

but not forever

so now my heart

lies really still

in case

you need to

find me.

you will need

to follow

the trail of blood

i left

as i ran

to you

from you

climb the walls

i built

around me

because you

broke me.

i know the sound

of your soul

and i play it

to the withered mountains.

do not come

to look for me

because i will

let you

find me.