Chaotic Love

Calls upon me tire me to the bone, where once I could have felt alive, now I feel forlorn…exhausted to the brim, my melancholy, oh, my sin. How I wish these iniquities would disappear! I’ve done what he’s asked, I’ve done all I can stand, where once I am to abandon all that made sense...how hard it is to lie, to preserve the turmoil which I feed upon in life…my trust, my love, all things once sustained, now nothing more than ghostly powder, glassy casts of illusion…why did you tell me to force her away, Arcadius, was it to make me blind…did you expect me to grow, or did you expect me to die? Why my Kesaltas, you’ve done what you’ve can to keep me here, when something alone from me, wants you to depart and not listen to anyone else. When real emotion leaves you blind to the wiseman’s word, if what is felt, doesn’t allow you to suppress your verbiage, if what you say, is misconceived within yourself, where people hear the truth and you believe what you say to be different…why is it my fault that I can barely stand? Why is it so hard to ask for a better hand…how can I hold back if nothing good will come of it? For what reason do I fear you as much as myself? It never was a dream…it never was the truth…it burns to request, it hurts to feel…I know, my love, that what we have is real…there is distance, and you are here for the last time. But child, we must come running…for that is the only way we can stay alive.

By: Adam Rose