Composition 117

Hold me…

The loneliness stares back unto my eyes…

Sending shiver down my spine…

Slowly it clutches me…

Its claws piercing my heart…

Tears of blood running down my body…

No longer would I fight back…

Slowly… I’ll die…

Hold me…

But death doesn’t come…

Neither does it hear my call…

My soul refuses to leave my body…

So in the floor, I lay…

Helpless… in silence, deafening…

In darkness, blinding…

Hold me…

In pool of blood, I soak…

For death have not come…

Hope start to blossom…

Suddenly dreaming of meadows,

Lush green…

Of hot coffee on February morning…

Of you waiting for me…

Hold me…

So tightly, in your arms I’ll cling…

I’ll bury my face unto your skin…

Tasting your sweetness, my love…

No longer would I care…

For tomorrow’s bright light…