The Crevice

I, I have filled a crevice,

Of happiness, a story of the past,

With sadness and an ounce of resistance,

With my contentment unable to last.

I, I have filled a crevice,

Of vibrance and brightness, of the past,

With the darkness of pitch and loneliness to enrich,

And with the sorrowful days that have surpassed.

But I apologize, I couldn't fill the crevice of love,

It was to deep and bottomless to fill,

It was a trap, in which I didn't want to enter again in,

With no more tears left to distill.