tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone

an original:.

time's cruel ticking slows with every second passing

it drags on endlessly in a series of cold, sharp clicks

i sit quietly in the corner and watch the world speed by

i dont even blink as i realize my life has become nothing.

i am the epitome of a corpse...i lack liveliness,

my feet drag beneath me like anchors released

my face has become the river bed, guiding streams down from the source

eyes are the windows of the soul they say--

my windows are frosted with sheets of tears.

i dont bother painting my face anymore...

for no one accepts my efforts at normalcy.

passing thoughts lead to recovered memories,

memories i'd kill to relive,

ones that kill me to reflect on...

the cold, dark stairwell of my life seems to be an endless spiral--

can i ever reach the top? do i even want to try?

or should i just stay here on my lonsome step...

drink in the darkness that shakes me with fear...

relish the rain the seem to escapes through the "windows"...

i may never reach the top, but i'll die trying.

.:we never grew out of this feeling that we wont give up:.

--i cry out Your name, i am in need of Your mercies Jesus, despite my pride and my shame, i'm learning to need You--

*i had fun with you too, david. thanks, that made my whole day*