Unfinished

It's a poem meant for someone whom I feel is out of my reach because of something that happened about two weeks ago. But I feel comfortable sharing it.

Why does it seem

 

like everything that I wanted

last week feels like a distant dream

that has fallen from my grasp?

 

And why does it feel

like when I find faith and hope in love,

it slides from my hands

like the sands along the beach?

 

Can't you see that it's only you?

 

I'm falling into a dark abyss,

where my dreams have become shattered.

(I feel that I can't climb back up)

I'm falling with my broken wings,

spiralling out of control.

(Only you can save me)

Grab my hand; pull me back from hell.

 

Can't you see that it's only you

who can rescue me?

 

~Kim 2/4/09

Author's Note

You should know the drill. I'm not afraid to hear how bad, good, or how I can improve it.

Reviews

[Farrah Grahm]

This is great, i wouldn't change it. Great job