Useless art

I’ve never felt more alone

than when I was with you.

you were my muse when I needed you.

I loved a statue, cold and barren, and I thought

it mirrored a soul, that I could deeply fell into,

and swim through,

but it waved violently to cut the roots I held onto.

you cut them, then I drown. A void of heartache and all that was cruel.

It made me fly above the sea of sadness,

here I am, feeling you like I am watching through a kaleidoscope

a poem, written in a life,

I knew in the past.

Here I am, on this new shore.

Waves carry on easily, a poetry I only read, far from you,

an ache that will always be there.

My heart can only lead me to sorrow.