End of the Story

Your whispers fade away in the silence,
In these dead corners of my heart whining wishes sink,
Dampening with the sound of your footsteps, as you walk away...
No Hope
No Desire..
No Morning Sun
No Moonlight...
Bland as they could be; my days my nights
I'm left
With all my ugliness..
Waiting to be penned down,
Turned Over,
Burned Out
Laughed At...

My Life in these pages: A Closed Chapter...A Forgotten Book