Your Night, My Pain…

I once married a young man… one who is now lost, and one who has now lost my earnest trust… lives in a “bubble” of his own, away from the echoes of the real world… doesn’t know what he truly wants and thinks that maybe, just maybe if the bubble bursts or if he realizes that I might still be the one with whom he wishes to walk through this everlasting path of roses and thorns, I would still be here, hoping for his return at the end of a lonesome dawn… yes, I’ve watched you grow cold, imprisoned by your own frustrations, swallowed by your built-in uncertainties, with an empty look of victimization and indifference… pushing me to the very blink of my feelings of solitude, anguish and pain until I finally released you from my suffocating claws and what it now seems to have turned into nothing more than a “family” cage.