They rage inside my body.
They swirl in a hazey cloud in my mind.
Anger, solemn, regret, the things I can't control.
My body leaks water, and my eyes lose sight
Of what's ahead.
The road block is there,
It's within my range.
I can't reach it.
It won't let me.
It move when I move.
I'm helpless, with no guiding light.
I'm blind.
The world disappeared.
He's within my grasp.
But I can't reach him.
He's distant.
And getting further away.
I can't help,
I can only watch as the plot unfolds before my eyes.
I cry.
I scream.
I beg.
I run.
It doesn't matter.
He's sill distant.
I can see it.
His mind is set.
He waits for the green light.
I scream.
But I'm mute.
The light turns green.
I look away.
He's a shadow.
Hiding in darkness.
I try to reach him.
But the wall moves as I do.
I can only watch.
His body being taken away.
I know he's alive,
But he's mentally dead.
We can't bing him back.
The dead stay dead.
He's never coming back.