| | It's not fair...
How painful it is
when the truth is spilt,
when reality is found,
when u see the image in front of you.
Yet just an image...
Standing before the clear view of the world,
of the world I am too far to reach,
of the world I'm eager to reach,
And I can't help but dream.
Yet when the truth is revealed,
the pain is unberable and the sorrows overflow;
the reality of this 'dream' is engulfing me whole,
drowning myself in tears for my love.
I feel my heart skip a beat,
as it settles on me:
The gravity of it.
And I can't help but feel utterly useless and helpless.
To wish to help is not enough
and to know,
to actually realize
that he might b taken away so easily,
makes my insides twist and turn.
And as I stand before the clearing glass,
I see the image blurring out;
I feel it there, so very close,
yet when i try to reach,
the distance folds out,
and makes itself seem so far away.
And it is so very far away...
Yet that is not what bothers me,
what troubles me is the helplessness this distance brings:
What if something were to happen?
I would not be able to do anything at all.
The distance is a major factor:
I won't be able to assist,
and I won't know if...
I'll never really know if...
I'd wait... all the years that would take.
A life-time...
An eternity.
And as promised,
I'd take flight and go to him...
yet, if he....
I'd go just to find a stone.
My heart twists and turns in pain
just for the image,
the phantom thought of it... |
| | Posted 2/22/2006 10:15 PM - 2 Views - 4 eProps - 2 comments
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