I'm in the dark,
Turning around in an arc,
Searching for an entrance,
Wishing this was some kind of trance.
Alas! I find nothing,
Not even a little something,
To prove my presence,
Or to illuminate my essence.
I look up to the stars in the sky,
I reach out to touch them,
And I flit my hands through the open blanket of night,
Wanting to catch a tiny sliver of light.
And I withdraw my hand,
And slowly prise it open,
But I see nothingness,
In everything but smoothness.
I seek for oblivion in dreams,
But nightmares filter in through its seams,
I sometimes wish to be dead,
But the finality in that I would dread.
I long for company,
To be among many,
But loneliness beckons,
And draws me into its unknowns.
I look up at the sky,
And see a bird fly by,
I wish I could fly,
And be so free like the bird in the sky.
And I wish... Oh how much I wish...
[Love, Beebs♥]
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