As to make it impossible to reach,
Like a hand
On the edge
Of my reality.
Tingling swaths of sound scream
Stifled by the cruel bands of time.
The voice shattered, the youth faded,
Although its screams are heard.
Frantic writing
Drawing me closer
To insanity?
To sleep?
To the things reaching for me.
Pulled apart at the edges
Searching for the true lies.
What happens when your dreams
Understand more than you do?
My fingers grasp the extremity,
But I crumble, attempting to hold
The weight of everything.
On the verge of dropping
Into the impossible chasm.
The Ocean is too far away;
But too close.
