Last Spark of Love

The poem is written on the 23 December.

And there was I-
standing alone again.
With the last spark of love
all was gone-
hope, trust, belief.
I was alone,
all I could feel
was doubt haterness and grief.
I wish I had someone to talk to
but I didn't.
I was too scared to talk to people.
So I was sitting in my room
all alone-
lying on the bed
crying in grief...
My life had collapsed
over me in less than a minute.
I was sitting by myself
feeling everything but love
and the last spark of love was gone
but this time with it all the hope, trust and belief
has gone too.