Waking the Living (With Regret)

I can't stop waking the living. I can't stop regretting it. Written: April 16, 2008.

My hours of nothing can seem so intense,
             like the static of a silence,
                  The eye of a hurricane that never stops waltzing in and out again.
Can I really go on like this?
Can it keep me breathing long enough to see another blazing beginning?
      A wave crashes again on the lonesome Island,
                  Another salty splash on open scars,
The passion of tangled blankets and
                   breaking bits of hair
Can salvation, void of black leather-bound suits, find me
                        even here?

Reviews

[magicman]

It's very touching. but i think it needs more. but that's just my opinion.