Thirty days and thirty nights
can never be enough
to get over you.

The light you brought
into my life is now
a distant memory.

Every time I close my eyes
I envision the happiness
I thought I brought you.

You disappeared into the cold
winter night, leaving me
to the unforgiving wilderness.

Abandoned by you, I try to live
fighting my demons and
black, soul-crushing depression.

“Release me,”
the monster within
whispers in the night.

“I cannot,”
I reply, begging and
pleading with the unholy creature.

“You have nothing to live for,
God has deserted you,”
the monster reminds me.

Maybe he has, maybe he has not,
but I can’t give in to
the beast within.

For I am a survivor,
a fighter and
a loner.

I’ve inscribed it to
my aching wounded
heart.

It is my anthem,
my song to
carry me on.

With or without you,
I must carry on
and survive.

Thirty days and thirty nights,
may never be enough
to get over you.

But I must try
and face reality
without you here.