Cabaline xxx

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Clearing The Mist - Poem by Cabaline xxx

When I am sick,
I am surrounded by people,
well wishers who want to comfort.
I should think myself lucky,
that so many people care.
Usually I do, but right now,
I feel as if I'm encased in fog.

In the distance, I can see,
a bright light, cutting through the mist.
It does not come closer.
It does not walk away.
It simply does nothing. Why?
Is it too scared to act?
Does it know how much I yearn for it?
Does it think I don't want or need it?
Does it enjoy seeing me in a state,
where I'm completely dependant on others?
Or does it hate the mere thought,
of others getting close to me?

I want to close the distance between us,
and tell it how much it is needed.
But when I make a move or open my mouth,
and see the light flicker to attention,
I cannot say those words because, I don't want,
their eventual pain on my conscience.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 11, 2010



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