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helplessIf I were perfect, you'd never cry
there'd be no tears, no silver trails
My hands would never have to dry
your shaking body, cold and frail
"Why," I bitterly choke aloud
after shutting closed the phone
Why am I here crying now
In the cold outside, alone
When I gently questioned you
asked if you would be alright
My sense of desperation grew
you said "I'll have to be, tonight"
Have I really done
all that I can do?
I've already failed some
now will I fail you?
It's so cold out here tonight
so small under the sky
The full moon at its bright full height
Teary stars inside my eyes
I want to see your smile
It's getting too cold for me to take.
Cut off from myself, stranded out here on this desolate winter road.
The snow gently falls around me as I stare at the wreckage of the wall.
A torn and battered barrier, what was once a gate of passage.
It burns steadily now, tiny flames amidst the ruin.
I don't want to ever go back to that place.
And yet I cannot stay out.
For if I do...I will surely go insane.
For in there, past the wreckage and barriers, is me.
I cannot separate myself from myself.
And yet I sit here, crying in the road still.
A stray child in the snow.
Others pass freely, turning a blind eye.
I stifle my crying as they walk by.
They wish only to help themselves.
Oh how weary this world has made me.
A world where ambition is made out of money, power, and fame.
Where lust replaces all with its choking aura.
No longer love.
No longer safety.
Only in few could I ever find that.
But still I cry.
And even in your arms I continue crying, louder as you drift thro
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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