jaina

got up broken again
head bleeding on the floor
the telephone wire stangled my neck
and the grain of sand kicked in my face for the last time
and my sensibility smashed
the world crashes from under me
i'm losing all my friends
and the convergence of life slowly taunts me
to the point of endless edges
i can't reach them
they're too close
and i can't reach them
and fading up and looking too close
and trying to make sense of all of this
pain is the word used
no poet can rhyme
in this whole scheme
everyone blows to hell
while i'm left alone with god's wrath
and wanting to hold unto someone who isn't there
wanting to hold tight to something that isn't there
wanting to cry in your arms
with useless tears from a useless heart
none of this matters anymore
but just that one chance to hear your voice
to save me
there's a feeling of certainty
and i could kill myself not doing anything
when i was down, i picked up the phone
and i dialed your number
and waited to hear your voice so i could smile again
but you weren't there

-winston campbell-