The Struggle

I turn and walk away
A lingering look over my shoulder
Aaaah that it were different
The nights alone
Stillness in my heart
A blackness of such purity

Yet again
I linger
Tarry in that between state
A fugue
Funereal and alive

Decision made
Then unmade
Myriad times a minute
Practical yet yielding
Softened by the feeling

Harangued within
Adored without
Reason?
Crumbling under the assault
Invaded by unkempt logic
Cleansed by tokens of love

When the passion feels like rain
With tears that burn like pain
It feels like my heart is braking
Will it put out this flame?

I'm restless
Can't work this
Feel worthless
Senseless

I'm caught in this flame
I lit the spark
My shame
My resistance has been blown away
So like a magnet
I will stay

© 2005, Mosquitobyte