Out Of Reach

March 5, 2010
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I wander a dark room,
searching and searching,
as those who love me
grow tired of watching
my coninuous struggle.
They leave.
I continue,
becoming more and more desperate.
The hurt is coming.
It grows
and the pain is overwhelming.
I cripple to the floor,
gasping in the presence
of my heart's pain
and lay there until
my heart is able again
and I can begin
my frantic search once more.

Little do I know,
it is unattainable.
It is high up on the ceiling,
far above me;
out of reach

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