Wish You Were Here 2...

Wish You Were Here 2...

I feel so alone

a single solitary image 

in a picture full of people.

an apathetic yet sorrow filled spirit 

floating on a perpetual sea 

of endless possibilities 

limited by my need to conform 

to this so called 'NEUTRAL' Reality.

My sorrow encompasses me

 and leaves me face down 

and fading into the walls of this reality 

as it's people pass by me unnoticed

I AM forever alone and it seems 

the only ones who truly see me are the enemy 

or they soon become the enemy to my nature 

as they look to destroy my individuality 

and force me to conform my thinking 

into their "Normality"

where do you go when your lonely?

where do you go when your blue?

what do you do when the whole world 

has become the nightmare you run from?

no longer fearing, 

yet no longer caring about a need for caution, 

I callously expose my throat for the kill 

just to gain a few moments respite 

in a redundant deaths aftermath.

I AM so tired 

and still I seek the peace 

once known with you, 

yet you are so far away 

and grow further from me 

with each second passing me by.

my end grows nearer 

and the fight to slowly fear builds once again 

it takes me to the edge of my reality 

and throws me over.

It is not that moment 

of complete utter terror filled chaos I do dread, 

but the well worn path that leads ever backward 

to the point of my entry

 so that once again I find myself unknowingly 

running over the same old ground 

and finding the same old fears, 

ever wishing you were here...

too.

© 11:11 PM 9/29/2008 

Dean Harrison

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Wow, this was powerful. I love how every reader can interpret this however it speaks to them.