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Author: pupdawg66
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-19-08 - Updated: 08-19-08 - Complete - id:2561644

Beyond Your Reach

I am trapped,

Drowning in this whirlwind

Of confusion.

It never ceases to strike,

Mercilessly beating on me

Day after day.

I rise and fall.

One moment I’ll be free,

The next I’ll be incarcerated.

There is no stagnation.

If anything,

It seems to worsen with time.

What am I to do?

I can be comforted,

But can I be cured?

I can be encouraged,

But can I be strong?

I can be helped,

But can I be saved?

How can anyone save me?

I am unattainable.

I run from help,

From fear,

From everything.

No one can touch me.

I am lost,

Unbeknownst to the world.

This never-ending maze,

Which I have found myself

Racing through against time,

Detaches me from reality.

No one can see me.

I fall,

Time after time,

And struggle to pick myself back up

As the pain becomes more brutal.

I cry out,

Needing a hand to lift me up,

But it never comes.

No one can hear me.

I dream each night

Of a mighty hero,

That brave knight in shining armor,

To come and find me,

Sweep me off my feet,

And take me home.

But I always wake up.

No one can rescue me.

I see people

For who they are,

What they do,

What they can become.

I pay attention to

The simple things

That most people look over

And fail to identify.

Does anyone else do that?

No one can recognize me.

I care for others

In such an intense manner

That all else

Pales in comparison.

I would willingly

Give myself up

In a heartbeat,

Just to do them well.

But it goes unappreciated.

No one can love me.

(Not like I love them.)

If I am so neglected,

And so alone,

Then why do I bother?

Why do I help

When they usually don’t deserve it?

Why do I cry

When there isn’t a good reason to?

Why do I struggle

When the battle isn’t worth fighting?

If death is but

The next great adventure,

Why do I fear it so?

Oh, to have wings

And fly away from it all.

Let the wind carry me.

Let the night air lull me to sleep.

Let the stars in the sky shine down on me.

Let me let go.

After all,

I am beyond your reach.



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