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.