Upon My Bed I Laid Down And Wept

A poem about waiting for a second chance at love...

Upon my bed I laid down and wept
Poured out emotions that for months had been kept
There is not a river whereby I could sit down and weep
I may not hear a bird's chirp, instead a phone's beep

Nevertheless, the misery cannot be measured by the place
Nor can it be guessed at by just the look on my face
Look deep into my eyes and through it my heart
Among the rivers of blood lies an empty space in one part

When will my eyes dry up and stop shedding tears?
When can you comfort me and drive away my fears?
When will I be with you and be happy at last?
Will there be a second chance to relive our past?

Upon my bed I laid down and wept
With tears still fresh on my cheeks, my body slept
If happy ending was brought by the novel's* epilogue
Ours is yet to come; we have just finished the prologue...



*This poem alludes to Paulo Coelho's By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept.