February 18, 2011

November, the month of loss

Searching for love in a minefield of disaster. I can't find the one barrier that will keep the pain from beating on my one and only desire. Now, time is fading away faster. Skeptical of the obvious answers, wonder fills the crowded mind with questions...concerning the existence of forever. The drive to believe seeps through with deception, Now life becomes more frail and unsure. I'm pulled in by the core of rejection that's so inveigle.... the trace of fear is telling me not to run away. Captured either way, I'm tossed into the fire that was ignited by you. Eyes eagerly imagined a firm grasp that held me so tightly.  Visible to the eyes filled with solitude, is your weak fingers that never interlocked. Explosion of racing fear, there's not a moment of forgiveness to waste, only room for wasted wishful thinking. Through the loose embrace of yours that I've slipped through, you held me within your lack of air. The last wind swept through my veins, failure dies to rise and fall...but only lives to consume what you have left... when all is lost again.

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