THE DASHED

THE DASHED

YOU STAND THERE

LOOKING RIGHT THROUGH ME!

NOT SEEING ME

JUST LIKE YOU DIDN'T SEE THE FOREST FOR THE TREES

WHAT MUST I DO TO MAKE YOU SEE ME?

YOU LOOK RIGHT THROUGH ME

WHY CAN'T YOU SEE ME?

AM I DEAD ? A GHOST?

COULD IT BE THAT I'M JUST A SPECTER OF MY PSEUDO MEMORY?

DOOMED TO BE ALONE TIL THE END OF ETERNITY?

UNTIL THEN I'LL LAY HERE

THINKING TO MYSELF

LOSING MY HOPES LIKE A SHIP

DASHED UPON THE ROCKS IN A STORM

OR WILL YOU BE MY GUIDING LIGHT

MY LIGHT HOUSE DIRECTING ME TO SAFETY