.

Lost, on a shattered plain of existence
Counting vultures circling over head
Naming them to make them seem familiar
Friends with black wings
Looking down
Screaming across the valley
High pitched warnings
Feedback off of dark clouds
Lying here alone…once again alone
A brokenhearted man
Wondering who is holding her now,
What I could have or should have said
Sifting the waters of my mind
Searching for that one gold nugget
That last shining piece of hope
That I can clutch in my hands
But it is not there
And my feathered friends are getting closer
Lower, a hungry expression on their faces
Drooling at the thought
And I point and yell
There is nothing here
Nothing left
Just an empty soul
Staring at an end

It's mesmerizing
How your eyes look into mine
It's radiating
This intense feeling of heat
Something I just can't define
It's solid ground to stand on
It's concrete

It will never waver
Never wander
Never want for anything new
This feeling is yours
And it's mine
Me and you, babe
We'll make it through

Nothing stops him.
He sneaks into my bed at night while
I am asleep and wraps his arms
around me tight.

When I wake there is no relief.
He only clings to me tighter when I try to break free.

But this is the only form of intimacy
I know.
Like an old friend,
I succumb to the power of emptiness.  

I want so desperately to feel
something more.
How can I when he promises
sweet release if I follow him
into the darkness?

It’s only in my suffering
that I am reminded that I am
still painfully
and willingly
alive.