The futile anger,
The incessant pain…
The anxious wait
The tears that flow in vain…
They all surround me,
Drowning me in the quagmire of despair
They all suffocate me
Pushing me down the abyss of grief
The faltering hand…
Slowly disappearing in the quicksand of time
Will someone grasp it…
Will someone pull me out?
I do not want to live as a floatsam
I do not want to breathe with deep sighs
I do not want to lose you…
I do not want to shake your belief…
Will you love me…like you used to?
Will you calm my anger with your smile?
Will you bring an end to my wait?
Will you kiss away my tears…my love?