Treasure Island

B.B. Loring

(October 24,1995 / Maine, United States)

Demands


I cannot save you.

I have been damned,
plagued by human limitations,
innate fears of rejection,
and humiliation.

I cannot save you.

As much as I bleed through
paper, through pixels,
through soil.

I cannot save you.

Though still I cruelly demand
all the deities to stand vigil
by your bedside,
for the rain to miss your head,
and for the moon to shine brighter
when you make your way home.

But I cannot save you.

One day there will be a world
where you and I no longer exist
and there will be peace
because you will cease to suffer,
and I will no longer bleed
to make it stop.
There will be no peace
until this.

Submitted: Monday, November 18, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 18, 2013
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