The emptiness inside increases the sense of

isolation that inspires death

I can not escape this need for silence within

my soul

Nothing has the equivalent power than the lure

of a breathless state of being

I fantasize that when I exhale their shall be no

return of air into my lungs and my mind will be

quiet and still

No more anxiety, fear or loneliness

I contemplate what would be worse

Another second without you?

Or to never see you again?

It is this psychological dilemma that keeps me in

a constant state of intolerable suspension

only surrendering quietly into peace when you

are present

I yearn for these passing moments in time when

I am with you that always seem to brief

And then a return to the contemplation

What is easier?

Death or love