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Mar 2012
So here we go again. Another chase for you that leads me into the maze that is my mind and the locked door of my heart is what I strive to find. Sand fading from the hour glass and I rush to the sound of your voice that seems to dissipate in growing mist that seems to rise from the ground like roses in spring. Oh, how I wish to find you, oh how I long for you, oh how I have my arms stretched toward you and yet you still turn away. This person you see, is it really me? Or has this demon taken me away to far into the abyss to the point you cant see what is a reality? Droning my pain in the cold of the weather and tears that seem to set a blaze to the lands that we once crossed upon and to leave nothing in his wake this demon seeks for you. How I wish to clash with this forsaken beast, but the beast is I. I am not but a man, but an animals driving by instincts and the will to ****, but this man that I am fights for your grace and hold on to this candle in the dead of night. But why cant you seee this flicker in the darkness? Has your own demons blinded you to the point that a vial cast over your eyes and leaves you in a game of who is there? Oh how this game for fear seems to declare us as its host, like a parasite feeds upon the most. This betrayal of our minds can only be stopped by our hearts, yet with pure intentions to warm us we cant feel our selves grow cold. How I wish I could warm my hands upon thee, but you face fades from my mind in the ice winds that seems to cool my soul. Oh how I wish you could hear my cries of your name, oh how I wish you could see the real me that you've always needed me to be. My loneliness is the price I must pay, to get this demon at bay, so now you can stay in a world without harm and pain as my sins wash away I hope you hear me say.... I love you.
Bryce Sellers-Booth
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Bryce Sellers-Booth
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   Isabelle Kessler
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