Cold sorrow melting in bitter fire,
searching for the truth that will douse the flames.
I know you care,
for I see anguished tears unclaimed.
Please escape your prison,
please awaken and find your sun has not yet set.
Time hovers unbound,
desperate breath’s remaining.
Your uncertain essence struggles to emerge,
a wreathing torment’s shadow,
Life begs you to hold its hand until the hand you hold
reaches for an absent sunset.
©October 2014, Christina Anne Hawthorne