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Wondrous Solution

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What is there left for me now
As your life progresses, and mine
Always seems to fall behind
In a slower pace
What do you suggest I do
How do I close the rift
you tore open
With claws and
Silent screams

What is there left for me to dream of
I'll never run into your ghost anymore
I'll never lie awake at night
Seeing your demons, fly me by
You've gone to hunt for other demons
Or maybe, for the first time in your life
You're not looking for monsters,
out there for you to find
Maybe for the first time
You look around you
and it all makes sense
Crystal clear sense

Should I be mourning you still
Mourning old games of hide and seek
Those eyes, that you reserved for me
How out of place am I to criticize you
To ask of you to stay
I never said the words
Not to your face
Only inside my own mind
when I daydreamed

What is left to daydream of now
What is left but emptiness and grief
Gradually I've realized
I was never as meaningful to you
As you were meaningful to me

I'd like some of that miracle potion, please
That wondrous solution you drank with ease
That bottle of medicine, that vial
That has ensured your survival
That saved you from denial

What is there left for me now
But only flashes of remembrance
To feed on my subconscious

Hand me that bottle when you're done with it
Maybe we can share it temporarily for a sip
like we used to do
And maybe you could drug me, too
And have your eyes disappear on me
Passionately absent
Violently absent

Don't get me wrong, I'm not keeping you
Evidently, I lost you a long time ago
I'm only wondering, now that you're free
What is there exactly,
Left for me
Sometimes.

(Always.)
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