Over and over, my head bangs against the wall.

Hoping to feel something more than aching confusion.

Life without you seems inevitable, yet my heart is slowing shutting down.

Life without love is no life at all.

My eyes begin to wander toward the possibilities of something more than this.

Something more than what you may be capable of giving me.

I wish I had the answers to my list of searching questions.

Not even I truly understand the process of what may soon come from this natural disaster.

It has hit me like an earthquake and has shaken me ferociously into a jittery disastrous state of being.

I’m afraid of what is to come.

I do not wish to die, but inside I’m afraid has become a rotting nothingness that the fungus has consumed.

My spirit still lingers, fighting for the very life of me.

A fight that is no longer within my grasp.

I want it so bad, my tongue can taste it.

Breathing it in, exhaling it out.

Its sweetness has become all that I think about.

Its essence, all that I dream about.

The vision so surreal, it almost had me fooled.