Passion's Leaving - August 12, 2011

My soul is slipping fast
a smoky wisp escaping from my heart
as gravity takes over and
slowly, carefully
pushes me down while
the black void below
sucks me in
A slow motion moment
while a freeze frame plays:
acrid rejection
followed by bitter regret
a moment that I back away from
that I should have seized
a person that I should have cherished
instead I drifted farther off
A hand hovering over a sketchbook
But choosing a notebook
Progress gradually stopping
and a demon cruelly punishing
Opening broken eyes and seeing
that I'm not good enough
talented enough
to belong anywhere
loneliness seeping in through cracks
and beckoning me to back away
black cold hands reaching
and gently tugging at me;
signaling for me to keep at it
Unaware of a cliff's edge and having no care
And here I stay falling
My soul slipping fast
slowly, carefully
disappearing

 

-Lady Stormparade