How long this time...

Clutching your ticket tightly,
Soon you'll be in the sky...
I viciously wonder,
How long this time?

Like the sun you rise,
Then leave in silence.
Leaving me to wonder...
How long this time?

This cycle is repetitive,
Always almost the same...
I'm left in the dust,
but for how long this time?

I refuse to be caught in your absence,
These are not my decisions...
I'll let you slip past me
With peace in my mind,

When I muster the strength
To not ask myself...
How long this time?
Who, and what, and where, this time...

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

Short relationships are always terminal to the human heart . . . in the end they are, anyway. If Satan is the author of confusion, then the human mind is his paper, and the ink he uses is human emotions. One night stands, emotional emptiness, the uncertainty of Reality constantly shifting under your feet like tremors of an earthquake.

[joshua deathdealer]

Geeze I can relate to this so well. "I'll let you slip past me With peace in my mind," I had a similar thought and then I kicked em to the curb. Satan is the author of confusion or so I'm told and I believe it cuz it gives me such a headache. Defiantly not worth the stress.