A Thousand Buckets Poem by Chris Tiganescu

Burn your open wound, i cant feel
you here, i see nothing except
the dark bridging its gap across
my eyes, where is the light of
you beauty that had forced these
barren lips to crack a smile? Anger
is boiling over, spilled over
thousand buckets, the fire in your
eyes have vanished, you take my breath
and leave me with nothing to fill
the hole that caverns my heart.
Words of incriminating anger, engulf
me with your love, let me find
happines, but how can i find happiness...
when i cant even find you.