Vision blurs.
Words slur.
Every joint is aching,
Every muscle shaking.
Only a keyboard touch connection to the real world -
If this is
The real world,
I don't ever want to go to sleep.
Let my body waste away
And I will still be writing poetry
To the way you say my name.
Wait for
The flashing orange light...
A few words of sympathy
To get me through the night.
I want to be near you
I can't stomach life alone right now.
My hands want to touch you,
To comfort and justify you
Feel your heart beat
Through the crimson heat
I want to be alive.
You are my lifeline
Beside you I'll make it through somehow
You're all I can hope for
I need to be where you are right now.
Nothing's real,
Nothing's real here and I'm dying in my lies
Suffocating as I lie awake and cry.
I'm dying without you
This is a plea for help;
I'm fading fast.
A person isn't made of stone
And this body wasn't built to be alone. |
Submission Name: Made of Stone
