Crumbling

Crumbling.

Melting.

Liquefying into eternity.

Losing myself.

Losing my life.

Looking for that special saving.

That hero.

Will he come?

One day…

Hoping,

Praying,

He’ll appear,

He’ll show his face.

I’ll see him.

I’ll be saved.

I will forever live my life.

My dreams.

My desires.

On my own time.

My own wishes.

Eternal.

Reviews

[Reaper]

Excellent poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime we must keep our hope alive and dreams strong without fear of chance. I like the gentle and kind statements in this poem. All of us wish for a opportunity for happiness and peace. I like the complete poem. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[NightShade]

The interplay between word and thought-flow is striking. An interesting piece to say the least!

[The old me]

very well written. not your normal poem flow but it seems to not matter here. great job