Sunrise or Sunset: The Sea of Sapphire

Adrift

To weep for all that was lost and adrift.

Not a loss granted with consent.

Torn away with prying claws of an erratic fury.

Helpless even when the feeling was unwanted.

An ashtray to burned cigarettes.

A pillaging of life itself.

Ran through and impaled on pillars of hateful spikes.

Only to see it tossed flippantly into those receptive breezes.

For what?

You asked, with dying breath.

The wonders and smiles of others.

Seen from behind the fence.

The warmth and joy of youth nothing but a shallow grave to you.

Trapped and held down by the weight of heavy sighs.

Life was miserable, for a long while.

Cruel and unfair, yes?

Your tears.

Your grief dripping down your cheeks.

They ring true when puddling into deep depths.

Your soul aches and longs for something more.

Wondering if this life is as good as it gets.

Left bleeding out slowly from a hole in your chest.

The agony of being unfulfilled.

While surrounded by many full glasses.

It hurts, yes?

Yes, it hurts.

It isn't okay.

It isn't fair?

It is cruel.

Yes.

I hope it gets better than this, oh star child.

If I could I would hug you.

For see, I'm made for love.

Only for love.

Here to soak up every tear to fill your empty glass.

Somehow you have resisted floating adrift.

It is okay to grieve for what was missed.

Not something you earned.

Not accolades harvested from your torment.

But something deserved.

Something owed.

Something at the end of a long tunnel.

Just for you.

Something that was beside you.

This whole time.