Philosophical

Sue calls for me
But I can’t go
They depend on me
I turn away from the comfort
In her call, I am needed
I know I can’t go
I wish she’d stop calling

I know why I hear her
The pain is too great
The weight of individuality crushes me
That loneliness of not being understood
Of never being understood
It presses down like the black depths
Miles of ocean crushing me
Until I can’t breathe

How do you resist that peacefulness
That soft slumber that lifts away the pressure
In one blinding instant of pain,
How do you hold on tight enough,
Knowing that your only grip
Is someone else’s need.

I now enter the dark
Holding two hands
My one grip
Having nothing left for myself
I hold on for dear life
With luck
I will see you on the other side

That Familiar Call