Tuesday, November 4, 2003

Ripped Away

Grafted to my being.
Embodied in my sighs.
Your voice echoes in mine.

Woven in the fibers
Circling 'round my heartstrings.
Branded on my mind.
Searing my soul.

The hope, the fear, the agony.
Refraining from reaching out
And pulling you close to me.
Wrapping my heart around you
Like a blanket in the winter.
To keep out the cold, the pain,
The ache I cause you daily.

Thoughts unravel and I find Logic
Fighting against the authoritarian decree that
Wrenched me from my perfect world.
Is it better now for us to be apart?

Apart is what I loathe.
Apart makes me afraid.
Apart is what I know I have to do.

I am torn to tatters dancing in the wind.
My head is heavy, leaden made, yet refuses me sound sleep.
My bones, weak and brittle now, are aching when I breathe.
My eyes burn with tears that will not come.
I miss you.