Hours
Granules fall within the glass as hope slips away.
Fear sets in as I'm left here alone
with all my troubles and sorrows.
I scream into the silence
and I'm blinded by the moonbeams.
The hours fade into the abyss of nothingness,
changing the scene instantly, into slow-motion,
but the only thing that remains the same is frustration,
for only the shape of the gaze morphs.
A flashback to a surrealistic labyrinth of security,
and I'm left hollow from the burn.
Ecstatic electricity penetrates and permeates
through me like love's sweet splendor.
Like a child full of innocence,
I hunger for love to make me complete.
Yet broken and neglected, I go hungry, except for despair.
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