Vronsky

He stands with tired eyes.
The wet redness underneath them tell it all.
He holds a gun up to it.
He aims the pistol at all the things that brought him here.
He aims it at the life he has now.
So tired.
Lord please let him be, he's had enough.
He thought that love would be enough,
but It's not enough if its with the wrong person.
But maybe she was the right person.
Maybe she was just with the wrong person.
He didn't know.
All he knew was that he had lost.
That the only option was to give up.
He couldn't give in anymore.
He looked like a weeping angel all in white.
The frayed silver knots outlined his exhausted physique.
The blond curls could no longer feel her touch.
He  was covered in light and love,
But all he could see was blinding light.
All he could make out was the sun.
The golden rays that engulfed her many nights ago.
That gorgeous luminosity that wrapped itself around the beauty.
The single star in his world of darkness.
The glowing moon that would be his ultimate demise.
In the midst of all the darkness surrounding them, all he could see was her.
He would always see her.
His eyes would forever find her in everything.
They were so tired.
They were so blue.
Oh Lord, please let his eyes close.
Please be merciful and let him go blind.
Save him from the darkness before him now.
Let the darkness become oblivion to him.
Let him rest.
Let him lay the weapon down.
Ease his mind.
Let the sun go down forever.

"He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking."
-Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina