anastaciadarling
2008-12-05, 02:14
And she leaves me alone, with nothing but my thoughts.
Thoughts that remind me of padded isolation rooms.
Quiet and preserved do I remain as I wait upon her return.
Drowning in the emptiness of this grey abode.
Hoping that the picture of the couple on the wall will utter a sound.
Nothing but the thunder of the wind upon my roof.
Nothing but the monotony of the ticking clock.
The black hands that sluggishly rotate amongst the white backdrop.
Awaiting the arrival of what is so desperately needed.
The sound of someone else’s thoughts.
The slow movement of another’s lips.
Putting my frustrations into four letter words.
And trying to refrain from probing the darkness of my loneliness.
But it surges my brain like an uncontrollable exploitation of my emotions.
Electrical shocks that melt into every crack and crevice.
Delving into the inevitable.
“Where is she? Why must I wait upon her return?”
Pressing questions await her return.
Hoping her answers refrain from igniting that flame.
“Where have you been? Why did you leave me here? How dare you.”
One more minute of this and I will expose the likeness of which you have never seen.
Regretting the hastiness of my actions.
And torturing the creature I call a carcass.
Is it me, or has the clock stopped ticking?
Is it afraid of what horrors I will bring upon this elongated departure?
His hands jump out to shove me down upon the padded floors.
Silently it commands me to calm my frustrations.
I obey its demands, and suddenly the time eases back into motion.
Pending the grand entrance, I prepare myself.
Sprawled upon the beige flooring lies the fiery red rug.
It too has been anticipating the arrival of such a heated encounter.
I turn my head to see the door melting into red as the door knob begins to twist.
Quickly flashing to the play by plays that are spread out individually in my mind.
Holding my breath, and becoming impatient with every second that slips by.
Slowly coming face to face with the enemy, and noticing myself crumble.
Weakening at the knees, and spotting stars in my vision.
As the blinding light enters the doorway, my eyes fail me and blacken hastily.
And my heated body crashes upon the red velvet.
Waking to the warmth of her arms cradling me, and the distress that is laid upon her face.
Noticing there is no red velvet, and all I feel beneath me is the splinters created by the hardwood floor.
Glancing up at the wall to see there is no devilish clock barking out orders.
Realizing the padded room has disintegrated into nothingness.
And all I have left from this fiery dissertation of my rage is a memory.
And in the end receiving the comfort I waited in desperation for.
Thoughts that remind me of padded isolation rooms.
Quiet and preserved do I remain as I wait upon her return.
Drowning in the emptiness of this grey abode.
Hoping that the picture of the couple on the wall will utter a sound.
Nothing but the thunder of the wind upon my roof.
Nothing but the monotony of the ticking clock.
The black hands that sluggishly rotate amongst the white backdrop.
Awaiting the arrival of what is so desperately needed.
The sound of someone else’s thoughts.
The slow movement of another’s lips.
Putting my frustrations into four letter words.
And trying to refrain from probing the darkness of my loneliness.
But it surges my brain like an uncontrollable exploitation of my emotions.
Electrical shocks that melt into every crack and crevice.
Delving into the inevitable.
“Where is she? Why must I wait upon her return?”
Pressing questions await her return.
Hoping her answers refrain from igniting that flame.
“Where have you been? Why did you leave me here? How dare you.”
One more minute of this and I will expose the likeness of which you have never seen.
Regretting the hastiness of my actions.
And torturing the creature I call a carcass.
Is it me, or has the clock stopped ticking?
Is it afraid of what horrors I will bring upon this elongated departure?
His hands jump out to shove me down upon the padded floors.
Silently it commands me to calm my frustrations.
I obey its demands, and suddenly the time eases back into motion.
Pending the grand entrance, I prepare myself.
Sprawled upon the beige flooring lies the fiery red rug.
It too has been anticipating the arrival of such a heated encounter.
I turn my head to see the door melting into red as the door knob begins to twist.
Quickly flashing to the play by plays that are spread out individually in my mind.
Holding my breath, and becoming impatient with every second that slips by.
Slowly coming face to face with the enemy, and noticing myself crumble.
Weakening at the knees, and spotting stars in my vision.
As the blinding light enters the doorway, my eyes fail me and blacken hastily.
And my heated body crashes upon the red velvet.
Waking to the warmth of her arms cradling me, and the distress that is laid upon her face.
Noticing there is no red velvet, and all I feel beneath me is the splinters created by the hardwood floor.
Glancing up at the wall to see there is no devilish clock barking out orders.
Realizing the padded room has disintegrated into nothingness.
And all I have left from this fiery dissertation of my rage is a memory.
And in the end receiving the comfort I waited in desperation for.