Title: Time
Date Written: February 2, 2011
I feel blood...
But it is not my blood I feel.
I see despair...
But it is not my own.
I am lost...
But it is not me.
What are these things I feel.
That are me, and yet not me.
Help me....
Help me, they plead.
And I hear...
And I try to answer...
But I am powerless.
I am powerless to stop them.
To stop the overwhelming misery and dakness
To stop the pain...
To stop.....
But it is the darkness and pain I am attracted to.
If it has been eliminated will I still be....
Will I still feel as I do...
The cries...
They reach me and as I reach out to them....
As I throw my hand out desperately...
Stretching my fingers to their limit...
I cannot find purchase.
The fingers I so depserately wish to hold...
To find clasped within my own...
Reject me...
Just as I brush their tips...
Just as I feel the brush of his warm skin...
That pleasant whisper of his flesh on my own...
The only touch in which nothing is more satisfying...
It is pulled away...
And that is when the darkness takes over.
I can call all I want.
I can plead all I want.
But all that will work is....
Time...
Time is all that ever matters.
And so I wait...
I wait for the time when...
I will finally reach those fingers...
Outstretched...
Waiting...
And yet so far.