Visions

by Christine   Aug 6, 2006


Constantly running through my mind,
These visions of him haunt me.
To see him but not to be able to touch him
Drives me to the brink of insanity.
His face shines so brightly in the blackness of my life,
But as I reach for him, he is pulled away,
Making me grasp only air,
Revealing to me the emptiness that is my world.
For the only way I can be with him is to dream.
But even these are filled only with loneliness and pain.
And I know that when I wake up he will not be there,
And once again I will be alone.

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