The Broken Man

You were the cliff,

I longed for the height,

and I chased that dream with all my might

...thanks to that, now I am a broken man.

I wished to be with you, looking at the sunset,

and yet when I reached,it was all too late,

the darkness had consumed the night

and I just couldn't wait for the day...

All my steps took me further away,

with each try,I faltered on the way,

and in the end,it was as if,

all that was,was worth nothing...

How could I have known,

that this ascent would be my fall,

that in my quest to be complete,

I would become this hollow doll...

Broken, deranged,damaged from inside,

I lay on the grass at night,

for all my calls bring me back no answers

and the cold valley wind is the only ally.

That feeling of joy,of reaching so close,

that euphoria of having found you,

it was so great,so ecstatic,so pure

that nothing can ever rival it,

nothing,except this grand monument,

an imposing palace called my failure,

which so readily houses me now,

a prison of my own making...

Where I sit knowing not what to do,

you see my thoughts are a blur,

and my dreams beyond my grasp

and yet,somehow it's still all about you..

Never wished for the strength that holds me now,

I would rather be vulnerable in your arms   

but that reality,is gone I suppose,

you see this nightmare was not what I chose

All I wished was for moments,

treasured and full of love,full of you,

and in this quest,so far I ran,

not knowing ,I would become this broken man...