A Madwoman’s Cry

My dear;

perhaps the cure

to my insanity;

do you even exist

in the same time

and place as I do?

Does the universe

have enough sympathy

for my isolation;

to unparallel our paths

and let them cross?

Oh love,

my everything,

my nothing,

I am stranded

between not

and wanting you

to come around

for I am afraid of becoming

the fool I am if you do;

of having the hap

to cherish

only to, alas,

lose you sometime

when I piteously am

in need of you most;

and if you do not,

my heart shall

continue to beat

for my lifeless soul

until the remnants

of courage and fortitude

deepest inside

become nothing

but empty words.

- e.d.

21 June 2016 at 10:13