Desperation Poem by Eli J Tod

Is there an underlying
Desperation

So strong
That it acts

Repellant
Laced with honey

In my voice?
Intriguing, yes.

Enough so that you come closer.
Though I admit,

I am leaning toward desperation,
I am not quite there

And never will be.
Yes, I want you to look at me,

But I want you to see me too.

To fall under the
Desperate category,

I would not be me.
I would be who you want me to be.

I am thinking its not desperation
That keeps us teetering on the edge,

But intrigue.
I am toeing the line,

Ready to jump,
Excited,

Scared,
Ready to plunge.

I cant go alone.
Will you take me?

You like the safe,
The known,

The solid ground.
I have dragged my feet

Too long in the dust.
Now I need to know

If I can touch the sky.