I'M Incomplete Poem by Tessa Richardson

I hate what time cannot erase
Each night I sleep, I see your face.
I'm haunted by the bittersweet remembrance
Which follows me deeply, in silent conveyance.
What is this dream trying to tell me?
It's even louder in the silence
Why must I wait for an impossible answer?
It's a horribly intangible violence.
He says to me: 'It's alright, you're fine.'
And I reply: 'Whose heart speaks, yours or mine? '
He never answers as he smiles and kills me
And the death puts me through such pain
Why does my love wish me dead?
What have I done do deserve such disdain?
So many questions, so many left unsaid.
I'm weakening and falling from my broken wings,
My heart is failing, and I'm seeing things.
My nightmares increase in horror each night
Where must I search to find the light?
Still I hurt, and still I go on
waiting for the answers.
Still I bleed, and still I long
For something more than fear.