Almost a month and still
I am longing, waiting, hoping, praying
imagining (Damn it)
visualizing, calling, crying out
What will happen next month?
and the month after?
when I can't quench this thirst
when I can't quell this hunger
when this overwhelming urge won't subside
what will become of me?
and this pang
this gnawing, nagging sensation
this pain
this ache
this place
this realization
that this is it
that moments have elapsed
and time can't be rewound
How will I face the truth?
when, clearly, I can't handle it.
2 comments:
Truth hurts, but it's still liberating. I hear ya on this one. Nice.
i feel you! i've been learning how much of my strife and suffering i create just by arguing with reality and not being able to accept what is.
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