A Desperate Plea

I won't say, "Goodbye"

because my thoughts can't concieve the possibility.

Picturing you leaving behind the world for another,

It breaks holes into my chest, sinking into obscruity.

My heart transforms into malleable wax.

And through its slow burn,

it scars the deepest as I chip at the rest.

I am selfishly hoping death rejects you.

I need your presence in my life.

I need to hear the lie you're doing alright.

I'm sitting with meekness on my shoulder,

I'm watching you struggle to not be transparent.

I find comfort in the white fires of the spirit,

even when there is no spark,

I try carrying no fear.

I've misplaced myself sleeping these past nights.

I hold onto wooden praying hands, desperate as you fight.

I grasp the notion: you will seek to prove them wrong,

And then, your strength will flourish, surviving on.

When you dream, as you rest your eyes awhile,

Let the dusk of light be your map home.

Think of your journey as an adventure perpetual, never ending;

You're not alone.