I quietly look out my window,                                                                                  

Taking in the full intensity of loneliness,                                           at my life!

I bare like a scar upon my heart,

I look deeper into my eyes,

My surroundings no longer present,

As I drift away into my memories.

A tear falls welcoming my memories,

As I glance deeper into my soul’s window,

False love offering me their bitter present,

Forcing me deeper into the abyss of loneliness,

Tears trickle as I close my eyes,

And deeper I fall into the abyss’ heart,                                 

Often I wonder how my heart,

Could handle the abyss’ hateful memories,

I open my solemn eyes,

To allow the world a window,

To the abyss of loneliness,

That they left as a present.

All the abyss does is present,

My scared weary heart,

The true state I face in loneliness,

All my torturing memories,

Are just a miraculous window,

Into the depths of my soul’s eyes.

The calm so called serene blue of my eyes,

Tell of the true pain I have present,

All the world could look through the window,

And not see my true heart,

And still hidden are my memories,

That tells a tale of the soul’s loneliness.

Someone’s love could destroy the abyss of loneliness,

And my blue careful eyes,

Baring witness to the love present,

My mind would never cry memories,

Of the pain I hide in my heart,

But give glimpse of the joy through the window.

Now I can plead loneliness to fade from my heart,

But only ask memories to show in my eyes,

Granting one last present of my soul’s window.

2011 Unpublished work. © by Rebbecca Abernathy