The Weight Of Love Poem by Bancroft Boreland

In the arms of sadness I am confined
In my dry tears I drown
So often I attempt to fly to paradise
Only to feel the oppressive hand of gravity pushing me back down

So many answers I seek to things I know that i will never know
But why, why did Arora have to go?

This universe is filled with memories and vivid images of you
I try to leave this...this empty place!
But where else can I go?
Sleep is my only defence against the harsh reality
I feel like I am on a journey to
A place that does not exist
The unstable weight of love is heavy on my shoulder
With each moment that passes
I feel a thousand years older

Arora, you are my only need, my only desire
Death took you away from me
So I seek death hoping he can bring me to you...