Final Blessing
For reasons purposely unknown,
thinking is harder than dying tonight.
Wishful thoughts carried on
through darkness are embellished
when our lips touch;
my only release.
It's staggering,
the thoughts of your solitude;
alone in the dark, nothing but the constant buzzing,
frequent beating and
eternal pain [without another]
to keep you knowing
you're still alive,
but not ceasing the desire to perish
Is this thought nearly enough
to keep that heart of yours living,
loving, beating?
These constant, harsh reminders
when your thoughts of sleep are close,
but the reality
is so much further?
Where is she?
Where has she gone...
But the next night,
when you're alone feeling that
thinking is harder than dying,
know I'm there.
Feel me,
the ghost trapped inside your soul.
I'll never leave you,
I'll never hurt you
[purposely]
and even though, my presence
may be solid at times--
the weight in your heart--once
held and embraced, my love
will no longer possess that
fragrance of sorrow.
Join me in solitude,
be my angel, as I
am your ghost.
And once our lips finally retreat
to that embellishment once more, our hearts
will no longer grasp that dreadful burden,
but will be in our hands as we
chose to share them with eachother. |
Submission Name: Final Blessing
