Inside the Minds of the Unspoken

Question of Love

I'm slipping

I'm slipping through your hands as you loosen your grip

I'm slipping away from you without your knowing

I'm slipping into my hell and away from all blessed to me

I'm falling

I'm falling through an abyss too large to comprehend

I'm falling down a hole too deep for me to see

I'm falling into a fire too hot to feel the heat

I'm fading

I'm fading away from sight

I'm fading into the dark corner that has been hidden until now

I'm fading away from myself

I am faded

I am faded completely now

I am faded completely and my eyes can not see

I can not see a way back to my visible image

My visible image that has slipped from your brain

Slipped theirs

And mine

Mine

I do not know what my image was

Beautiful

Ugly

Talented

Useless

I do not know if I am

If I am here

If I am real

If I am human

Do I feel?

Do I express?

Do I love?

Am I loved?

Love

So innocent yet so sinful

Is it mine?

So many questions flitter through me

Am I 

Do I

Are they

Do they

So many questions that are fading

Fading with me

The question of love

The question that needs to be answered

The call that needs to be picked up

The whisper that needs to be secured

Love

Do I have it?

Is it mine?

Maybe it has been a dream

An illusion

My pretend escape

These doubts are what triggered my slip

My question

My question of love

My call of need

My cautious whisper

Question

Call

Whisper

Love.