April 7, 2009
By Anonymous

The poison
Disintegrates the ground
On which I stand on.
The blinds are closed now.
No sound, no word, no movement.
You can’t see me now,
I’ve caged myself
Within this threshold.
The sound of your voice
Haunts my past,
Like the monsters did
When I was little.

What becomes of me
When you can’t save me?
What happens when the only person
Capable of saving you
Suddenly vanishes into thin air?
I can’t possibly hold on like this
By myself, I’m not as strong
As you think I am.

Let me explore the skies again
Like you once did
When I was younger.
Hold my hand,
Navigate our journey,
And hold me like you once did before.

I’ve changed you know,
Maybe I’m not the person
You once called your little angel.
Things have gotten brighter and dimmer,
Bigger and strong,
And you still hold my heart
Within your palm,
How much longer
Will you keep tightening your grip?
It’s only a matter of time,
Then what will become of me?

The author's comments:
I wrote this to a really good friend of mine. This person that I'm writing about means the world to me, and it feels like they've left me to die.

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