Unrequited

My life  

Hangs  

Like a severed wire 

With no electricity 

Left 

To keep it  

Alive 

With the  

Anticipation  

Of providing 

Light. 

Like 

A broken branch 

On the Tree of Life 

With no 

Chance 

Of the Life  

Within 

Sustaining its 

Being. 

Like  

Fog 

That hangs in  

The balance; 

Softly 

Resting there 

Until  

Inevitability 

Sets in 

And it  

Slowly 

Dissipates. 

Like  

The Sun 

Which rises 

To give  

Luminescence 

To the dark corners  

Of earth 

But  

Must unavoidably 

Set 

And darkness arrives  

Once again. 

My Life 

Hangs 

In the  

Equilibrium 

Of  

His Sustenance. 

His Love. 

His Promises. 

His Face. 

His Touch. 

He plays with  

My being 

As though 

He does not 

Wholeheartedly 

Believe 

In my  

Yearning. 

My constant 

Humanity 

Dependent 

Upon  

His  

Heartbeat. 

My love for him 

Yet remains 

Unequaled. 

Unrequited. 

He leaves me 

To suffer 

Until 

Life 

Leaves me 

Completely. 

My passion 

My devotion 

Is all 

But  

A breath 

That combines  

With the breeze 

And blows away. 

Without him, 

I am 

Nothing. 

I have lived  

And died 

Meaninglessly. 

He cares  

Not 

For me, 

But another. 

And I  

Surrender 

Deliberately 

To let  

Death 

Overtake me. 

I welcome it... 

For the inside  

Of me 

Has perished

Already.