I appear to be, of relevance, as you rain tears upon your pillow
Held tight, as if it comforts your reverberating agony,
That’s crippling you, in your extreme emotional distress,
Begging, for mercy, but who do you suppose will listen
To an empty plead, being made only at a time of suffering,
Backs you into a dark, cold and wet corner, forgotten
Until you reemerge, and all is but an early summer cascade,
Then you toss aside your promises, and rediscover your torment,
Which brings you, to where I’ve surfaced, out from the umbrage,
Although I remain hidden from you, high in the rafters,
Listening to your saddening sound, as its dying,
From choking and gasping at the absence of relief,
As it overtakes the melancholy, hovering over like a disturbance
Bringing forth, the unsuspecting demon, ready to sink its bite,
As you lay in the still ocean, with a ripple from a single drip
Awakens your cognition, only to find your gaze locked
On me, staring piercingly, through the grey surface
Right at the demise, creeping out of your prolonged agony,
I am your moment of clarity, your epiphaneal light
Which you find blinding you, from a crack in the darkness,
Trying to shield the fragile demon, I swoop down and perch
On the edge of lost and salvation, and putting talon to wrist,
Pressure from my touch, exudes the overbearing venom,
No words, for I do not speak in a tongue, you can discern,
Just my wide stare, that pervades the heavy oblique,
Bringing you forth, and distracts the lurking monster
Long enough, to carry you out from the impending storm,
I am difficult to conjure, but when a mind is at its weakest, I appear,
How long you’ve been falling, is what determines my success.
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