Modern Romanticism

You don’t know
about this flood,
the one,
the stagnating one
where a world
swims back
into memory.

I told you that I
could remain afloat.
I told you I am strong
when sadness
is relentless.

It was the time that I
said such words,
but it is here,
it is right now
I am drowning.

Blackness swirls
in this infinite depth.

Bitterness churns
among racing thoughts.

I cannot scream,
while I am trying
to contain this pain,
always in vain.

You left me here,
building bridges I burn,
seeing signs where I turn
the wrong way.