Save me, save me
I’m drowning in a sea of humanity--
Love, regret and hope wrap around me
Engulf my heart in wraps of cotton
And squeeze too tight.
I’m fighting;
I’m fighting for this feeling
For a better day when these emotions will spur themselves,
When they’ll become self-sufficient and grow through fission—
For when they’ll soothe my heart and mind
Instead of leaving rose thorns stuck deep in the tissue.
I want it
I’m waiting, I’m salivating
I’m a shell of a human wrapped in a cocoon of yearning
And I can’t go on much longer.
The urge to die, to sleep, to give in and give up is strong
And the wish, once so much stronger, a Superman to the mere humanity of my needs—
It has been battered with kryptonite day and night.
Weak, fragile and abused
It is no longer my saving grace
But rather my only grace to be saved.
And I am not worthy of grace.