Despair

There is an intense calm in the silence

Thoughts are screaming, yet speak no words

Harrowing whispers of the choice I must make

Eat away at the depths of my soul; I shake

I can feel the weary weeping of my hearts breaking beat

the sorrowful, desperate cry for another path to walk

I do not want this.

But, I cannot turn my yearning stare away from your angelic face of deceit.

Your heart is a vast desert of mystery and bone-chilling ice for me.

Nothing green or thriving grows there.

I exist in a secluded bubble of nothingness.

You'd keep me locked away here alone for eternity if you could.

My will is strong, steadfast and brave, but all of those heroic attributes dissipate when your presence looms.

The grey consuming despair that inhabits my dark and desolate cavity weighs heavy. Slows my stride and steals my pride.

To bear your fruit would be my greatest happiness.

To feel your essence of being expanding and contracting, impaling my womb and planting your seed.

The smug, ego-maniacal force festers far below, slowly overcoming my body.

It takes control.

The possession of self, invasion of my sanity ensues. I'm trapped inside of you.

I'll never be free.