Torment

Stirring within a dream she finds herself stumbling and falling through a stifling fog unable to foresee her inevitable fate. With arms outstretched and taught hands groping for a steadfast hold on her future, her body shakes in uncertainty and yet trembles with curiosity of the unknown.

All that she encounters is a brief touch…a scant glimpse and he is gone again, disappearing elusively into the mist. Her straining eyes try to glimpse beyond this moment…this fleeting second in her undetermined fate.

Falling to her knees in a trembling rage her soul becomes wracked with anxiety
and her mind is unable to comprehend another endless moment of this wretched torment. “God grant me my demise or grant me life, but to cast me into this limbo is truly excruciating…bless me with the joys of love and the warmth of unity for I am unable to endure this contemptible anticipation!”

Once more she attempts a final lunge for fleeting life, fleeting love…but it is not there. Once again she searches for hope… but hope is dead. Nothing is all she has…nobody is her name…and never will she truly live.

© 2008 Jan C. Snow

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