You'Re Gone Poem by Stacey HudakGrant

The room is dark, all light is gone
I hear your voice and turn only to remember
That you left before the dawn

I’m laying on the cold, hard floor
Staring at the ceiling and imagining your face
Wishing to God that someone, anyone would open my door

I pray that I will be saved from this doom
That a small light might come
And save me from the terror that looms

But, deep within my soul I know
That the one who can save me will not come
You’re my past now, My life’s lost it’s glow

So, here I lay in my lonely abyss
Trying to find a reason to press on
Yearning for the love I so miss