Reason To Believe

Am I tired because
I'm crying,
Or am I crying because
I'm just so goddam tired?

And even if I sleep,
When I sleep
She's there.
She's right in front of me,
Reaching.
Screaming.
Pleading.

And I'm reaching,
Screaming.
Pleading.

But no matter how fast I run,
They always get her away
Faster.

The clock strikes midnight
And there isn't even a shoe left behind…
No trace of nothing.
No one was ever there
And the white walls have turned
To dust at my feet,
Replaced only by
Row after row of iron cages.

She's locked in hers
And I'm locked in mine.
The body is willing,
Throwing itself against the bars,
Time after time after time.
Fighting the most impossible war.
But the mind is broken.
Not weak.
Just broken.