Insignificance

There was a time,not long ago, that I would think of you and smile

Now I think of you and tears well in my eyes and pain throbs within

There was a time, not long ago, that you had such a calming effect on me

Now the mere thought of you produces anger and hurt among sadness and fear

I'm angry and disappointed in myself that you have such an influence still

Of course I still care, I want you to be a part, but obviously you're not

All this power is in your hands, yet you need not even use it for it to twist me

As the days pass by and no words are spoken the knife is thrust deeper

Words of old silently surround me to reveal the emptiness of which they're made

For how long...