My Requiem for a dream shot.
In the seconds before blinking there is a remorse –
A sense of approaching loss –
In the knowledge life will never be as it was
In this sequence of moments we stand in.
Sometimes I try to hold it;
to keep my eyes open as long as possible –
So I can relish in a moment
that will never be once more.
The air stings. With each second it grows stronger –
The pain amplifies –
Bringing a painful sadness to the
sweet solace I yearn to endure.
There is no redemption. Only a guilt.
A guilt that I left the salvation I sought
for so long
to know that it was gone.
That I may not belong.
That I may be wrong.
But we carry on.