illness

silently, she sits
waiting for the mirror pool to swell
wanting some encouraging sign
or at the very least, a vague reply
fallen over backwards
then in on herself
she is living in a dreamworld
where down is up and up slants sideways
her carelessness
could write the pages preceding her doom
a bystander would think that she didnt care at all
does she?
(shoulder shrug)
If she tripped and fell
who would pick her up?
would you?
her angelic partner in crime
you wear your halo like a king
tireless, yet you wont fight this
well she is tired of not fighting
she wants to give the rat some cheese
and be done with this
but its useless
it cant be fought
believe me, she is wide awake
and aware of that bitter fact
but she needs some consideration
she's dug tunnels trying to protect these stones
and even though her illness has burnt a hole through her head
she will keep digging
she will keep following that ill-fated horizon
even though it leads to her doom
just to feel the maddening pulse
of unrequited love awhile longer...
just to look at the stars in your eyes...