Souls In Despair

She sits silently in this smoke-filled ringer; aimlessly twisting the once sparkling diamond on her finger.

Her eyes can raise no higher than the floor; her heart beckons to her that she is so very soar.

She sighs with tremendous pain and remorse; holding her tongue that once flourished with beautiful discourse.

Her head turns suddenly toward the light of day; and all at once, her breath is suddenly sucked away.

Her aching heart leaps into her soar and stricken throat; Her pulse races faster than the ultimate of speed boats.

Her eyes raise cautiously, rapidly filling with soft and unseen tears. All for the simple cause that the Man she loves has just appeared.

He moves close to her and she must quickly become deterred.

For while every fiber of her mind, heart and soul belong to Him completely; the diamond on her finger tells the story of her body most indiscreetly.

He passes by her now; just within inches of her sweating brow.

She can smell the cologne that he wears upon his person; and that causes her heartache to tremendously worsen.

He seats himself across from her now and allows her to be. Yet they face each other across a space that might as well be greater than the Sea.

Their eyes now play a game of tag, bouncing off the nicotine ridden wall. Both have hope that they will meet, but once again, they just fall.

Her eyes are of blue, His eyes are of gray and both long so much to have the other one stay.

Their hearts pound louder than thunder runs. Their breath pants faster with each pass through their lungs. If only the past could be put under and washed away like that of a bee’s stung.

How can this be?

So much chaos where there was once so much peace; so much fear where there was once so much faith.

She looks upon him and remembers well how she could disappear inside his deep and grand embrace. The mere thought of it now brings tears to her face.

The warmth of his love was always felt all around. It was impossible to hear the loudest of any negative sound.

The power of his embrace was equal only to the Anaconda with just enough loving yield. And it made her feel safer than to be under God’s protective shield.

Now the memory of his embrace; brings just the tiniest of smiles to her beautiful face.

Everything about her now seems to ring his bell; and he cannot break free from this most hypnotic of spells.

Every part of her comes to him clearly; and every part he would love to hold again most dearly.

She rises suddenly, unable still to speak to him freely; and this above all hurts them both most deeply.

He watches her move away, and desperately begs Almighty God to allow her to stay.

For with each step she moves further away; its hurts far more than drowning in the deepest and darkest bay.

For when souls are in despair, there is no pain that could ever compare. For when souls are blocked from their equal pod; they are both now at the mercy of Almighty God.