he still lives

A Poem by winter;lyra

I've had the time to
Stop
And reconsider what it all means to me
The conclusion comes in various monochromatic tones
Hopefully the sun will push some color into it
I trust it so
Holding the door has never seemed so hard - even so I stand my ground
For all that counts as dream

And, for each dream
I fail to achieve he means to bring some form of closure
To my shivering life
I conclude it is pointless to strike while we're asleep
He's not part me, he's part of my brain which we all share, whether awake or asleep
I must now regard his presence as the nightmare shadow atop my dreams
Watching, longing, for the fall
How much longer can I stall?
I have failed my mission
He still lives
I am sorry Winter