. . I Feel as though each Day
My Emotions Drag me Farther
Into the Burden I've Created. .
This Burden of Life,
My Mind. .My Body. .My Soul. .
I Want it Not.
The One's I've Left have become
My Obsession. .I Reap. .
Above their surroundings,
Hoping Only that they Feel the
Arrival of my Essence. .
Oh how I Long to Say the Words,
"I am Sorry. ."
For One who cannot Accept Herself. .
She should not Hope that they will Forgive. .
It would be Meaningless of Her to
Journey in Aid. .
For She must Tend to others to Feed
Her Growing Hunger,
In the Essence that Her Soul has Gone Mad. .
Driven Beyond Reach. .