Mellifluous Murmurs

Apocalypse

A hint of fire

 lurks in the 

midst of day

perhaps igniting

 is what keeps 

her alive.

I am so tired 

of waiting

 for this 

particular being 

instead 

of focusing 

on myself 

or being who I need to be. 

or maybe expressing myself in ways of so that I shan't ever forget...

I am determined; fulfilled 

that maybe one day 

I'd be blessed with those arms that could ever so gently wrap around me 

and I can absorb its warmth 

because I'd feel secure. 

No other person in this world 

can feel the way I feel 

if they slept on with no bearing of clothes 

or with the absence of their sheets or maybe the only comforter, 

they'd undertsand my long years of nine agonizing deja-vus....

I feel the chemicals burn 

in my acidic blood; 

the so liquid of basic crease...

I would stand on the ledge and even scream 

how tired I am