The Ghosts of my past.

February 7th, 2010-Distraught

Enduring the painless;

Stuck in the distance,

As your wings are endlessly flying away.

I’m stuck here, again, for another day.

Without you, my dear, this world is a mess.

Another heartfelt goodbye, another distress.

I’m distraught, more so, then i’ve ever been.

I’m not sure which state; oh, which state I am in.

I hope you find your way, beauty.

Your soul is free, has fulfilled its duty.

Your strength, running out, and that’s okay.

I’ll stay here again, if only for today.

Soon, embracement, will overfill both our eyes.

But for now, within your visits, you must disguise.

I’ll be here forever, tattered and torn;

Waiting for the day, for my soul to be reborn.

Into a sweet sickness of deep salvation,

And then finally, we shall have celebration.