You watch her as she slips through
your grasp,
you don't even try to save it,
you've tried before and yet you're still
here watching it all fade away.
So you figure trying is useless.
It hurts, an indescribable pain seldom
letting you think or rest.
You look around.
You’re searching, searching for any
sign of hope any sign at all.
You should know better, she keeps
telling you even as she slides through
your fingers,
"THERE IS NO HOPE"
I guess we're all stubborn that way,
or are the stakes too high?
Besides she's as important as life
itself.
For you there is no difference.
They are one and the same.
She defines you. She is you.
But that was how you felt a while ago.
All you feel now is failure.
Control??? What about it?
You thought if you tried hard enough
one day life would reward you.
Wake up! Smell the coffee, take a sip.
Nope!! You aren’t in Disney land.
You’ve lost control.
And for one brief second you realize
and accept the truth
"you were never in control"
You've fought, you've run a good
race,
too bad you came last.
"Loser Loser" you hear her chanting at
you.
All you want to do is prove her wrong.
You wish you could win that trophy
just so you could rub it in her face.
But there is no fight left in you.
So all you do is lay down on the grass
and watch her slip away,
taking with her everything.
She is careful to leave nothing behind.
She is very thorough, methodical if
you wish.
What is left of you closely resembles
the darting flame from a candle being
blown by the wind.
you are but a shadow of your former
self, She has left you.
There is no hope. Do not be
disillusioned, there is indeed!! NO
"HOPE"
P.S you can bark like a mad dog but
when the time comes there's nothing
left to do but let go.
