For The Want

I whisper to then inner me with wishes of immortality,

kneeling on knees not worn,

praying to gods with limited belief,

swept up in anarchy,

washed out to the sea by waves of nausea,

I beg to thee,

I cry to the very core of me,

all this fear coated in pain,

loathing the other side,

wanting what is impossible,

wanting to linger longer than the crevices that run along the palm of my hand,

give me hope,

let me be frivolous,

for the shell that houses all I am,

is a withering husk,

tormented by laugher of a child,

and the cries of the adult he has become…