Longing for light.

shivers up and down my spine

not quite sure, but I feel less than fine.

I am awakened to the tremor in me

I search the dark, are you looking there to see?

am I but a picture of hope in rags?

do my eyes change as the under-skin bags?

are you waiting there, or am I alone?

am I too late..never a kiss to be known?

I cling to the light I see in your eye

I will not let go, cannot bear to say goodbye.

release me not, for my heart would cry

my soul would crash, my spirit would die

no thinking required, I would weep

I search, and I search the dark and the deep.

believe not the words they hiss in your ear

do you not know the truth of me dear?

do they make sense with their forked words?

or are they more resembling the pecking of birds?

looking for scraps of blood to draw forth from skin

taking you far from where I have been?

fight my love, do not bar the door

for if this shuts fast….we will be possible no more.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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