Joy s Portrait

JOY'S PORTRAIT.

I'm sitting alone in the empty room,
Waiting for the sky to raise the moon
Devastation is looking into my eyes
From your photograph.
No more tears, no more screaming nights
Lord, please stop it, please you,
Enough . . .

Bow over the table
Shivering hand is squeezing a pen
I'm afraid of the power that made me
Sit here and draw you again.

Devil desolates my heart with the anger
I repeat like a prayer I won't surrender.
Line by line I see your face
Feels like getting stronger
Through the empty days.

You're away and cannot hear me
You're away and cannot see it
You won't be back to find it made
This face in graphic,
Joy's portrait.

Your eyes from the picture are staring me
The friendship with drawing is scaring me.
Killing hours of loneliness thinking why
You didn't stay.
Darkness of my mind, emptiness of heart
Pain burns holes in me when
I start to portray.

Stupidly I wait for it to come alive.
Wish you were here right by my sight.
Feeling sorry that you can't see
How your drawn face's saving me.