"Ropes" By Garrett R

"Sometimes... the split in the road represents all the routes in life that one could take. One decision leading to yet another fork while the parallels solve all the other endless paths forgotten. For me...these alternate paths show all the wonders missed by you. For I am bound to ropes that drag me straight to you. Through flame and ominous waters, that willingly blanket my body, preventing my breath, giving the calm sensation of silence and solitude. My mind, heart and soul yearn to run to you, clasp you in my arms, speak your name, feel your whispers on my neck. But you have me harnessed together by the wrists, I couldn't hold you if I tried, my feet are smashed and gouged from the paths you've taken me upon, I cannot speak for my mouth is dry and couldn't find the right words if my thirst was quenched. Do you recall my fickle attempts at escape? I jumped over the edge, only to find you were the cliff and the ground below...I fell with the winds pulling at my hair and smashed face first into you. I was bleeding, broken... you nursed me back to health, I rose from your hospital bed and sailed away. It seemed as though I would never come back. But you became the hurricane and you consumed my thoughts. You drown my vessel and I clung to you for support. Again, you helped my eyes open and you helped me breathe. Then you showed me the ropes, with cuffs crafted just for me. You promised me forever, then you walked on top of the sea. Tied to your arm I had to follow, with you long out of sight. I plead and begged for you to release me as the water covered my eyes, you did not. And you carried me through the waves, hurt but alive. Now we are here...you are still to distant to spot, the speck on the horizon is not you, it never was. For these ropes to which I am bound, lead to nothing."