Obscured

10.20.08

I wish to feel that sense of relief
Of the weight being lifted from my shoulders
For months, I've been living in a nightmare
It'll turn to years, time won't run slower.

I wish this impending threat can be removed
And make the world so much brighter
Am I paranoid or mad, as the sorrow decayed me
Is my mind going out, a dousing fire?

I wish it can all be over at last
And I could look forward to things again
What do I want to end? Why is it I am scared?
Why can't I fabricate into words this threat I wish to end?