Rescue

this is what happens when you don't write for a year. hmph.

I don't know where to start--
Don't know how to do this any more.
My passionate soul has slept too long,
My heart gentled and lonely from neglect.
I am surrounded, suffocated by them
Yet I feel so unbearably alone.
When darkness comes and the voices quiet,
I can finally hear my own hollow voice,
At a loss -- silent.
I pray for sleep -- the sweet release of dreams
To be saved from this vast, empty space.
Hopelessly trying to fill the space,
To banish those ghosts, the yearning memories.
I can feel them.
That hollow, empty weight, so unbearable.
My breath comes short and ragged
Hopeful yet despairing.
Memories attack with a vicious savagery.
They offer comfort, the traitors.
They offer warmth and embrace.
The cruel empty weight bears down on my heart.
Must not yield. Can not yield.
Please, sleep, save me.
Let the dreams engulf these attackers and carry it all away on the tide.
Or better still --
Let your waves crash over me and silence every empty ache.
Carry me away from this world,
You can crush my bones under the sea
So long as this burning, aching emptiness may pass.

Save me from this hollow bed
And the lonely shadow that dwells there.