Its Life

My lids, they rise yet grainy pains of sand fill my eyes
My head heavy my lips dry my brain a pendulum of aching cries,
I’m not hung over, for I do not drink,
I am so puzzled, yet I do not think.

I cannot withstand a barrage of fists and slap of palms,
Yet I speak not of physical wounds, nor of bodily harms,
But of a hurt in a tender soul,
Where when put together we’re still not whole,
Where our 1 plus 1 is not equal to 2…
Where you’re meant for me yet I’m not meant for you.

Reality an avalanche I cannot outrun,
So I bury my face, hide away from the sun,
My fear rains down, snow freezing my being,
For the life I’ve accepted, is the life that I’ve seen.

So raindrops of acid and a breeze of scolding heat,
I’ll stumble around I’ll be numb on my feet,
For hands we’ll never hold and lips will never meet,
But I’ll hold you in my dreams so sour but so sweet.

I will never be yours,
You will never be mine,
I was born into existence,
At the wrong time.