Lashing out, to a point of no end.

Feeling hurt, too much pain to mend.

standing near, yet so far away.

Struggling to move, though the grounds made of clay.

Pushing limits, cause love won’t wait.

ground hardens, so i leap with my faith.

In sight, only still out of reach.

Eyes shut, arms stretched.

the inevitable waits, to seal my fate.

                                           Written By,

                                                    Blue Skies