206Poem> "Trusted Guardian"
- Jan 19, 2007I am pregnant with the silence of my unsurity;
a failed curousity gone wrong.
When the realization of my mishap
has pressed against my conscience long enough,
I shall throw myself upon you
as a dying presence
left with the sting of my last breath.
You are my only salvation,
my only stronghold,
my only perfect friend to piece myself to.
I know you clearer than an unborn child
growing inside its mother's womb
but I'll soon abort when my stained intuition
finds it easier to be alone.
But this is when you are needed most.
Never let me slip away...