I'm tired of hurting.
some pain goes away
not the dark pain.
For them.
Confused lost out of reach;
hurting and helpless at the divide
we can't close.
For me.
Imagining, hoping for the magic.
an opening, and the light comes in, going out;
in-breathing whispered, "Ahhh..."
For the magic
When passionate awe
is enough to open the world
making both, theirs.
For the last time
It's greater than the magic.
I can't make it go away.
I have to go away.