Dependence
I run in fear,
because just standing here
while she's in trouble is wrong.
I can't believe
what I'm to see,
knowing I'll be too late.
She seemed so calm,
but actually, she's wrong.
She's about to die.
A never ending space,
where time doesn't seem innate,
and everything slows down.
I drop to my knees,
and even though she can't bleed,
I cry for the loss.
There lies my friend,
broken and dead,
because I couldn't warn her.
The tears flow freely,
and breathing does not come easily,
but there's nothing I can do.
I try to calm,
but it seems wrong
to bottle it all up.
My heart breaks a little
making it more brittle,
and I'm almost to the breaking point.
But her death doesn't break me
even though it shakes me,
and I try to recover.
The Grimm descend,
so I have to, then,
take up arms.
I battle and rage,
torn out of my daze,
to protect everyone.
I know something's wrong,
but I have to be strong.
Others depend on me.
I look up the wall,
and feel the dread encompass all
of my mind and soul.
Something is wrong,
and I have to be strong.
Others depend on me.
I race up there,
holding in the air,
hoping that she's alright.
I heard she went up
without backup,
and I hope she's okay.
I land on the roof,
but I see her go poof,
her ashes flying away.
Something in me snaps,
and my mind just collapsed,
everything going white.
My heart seems to shatter,
and all that really matters
is that hope seems lost.
I'm lost in the ether,
where the world is either
too bright or dark beyond belief.
Nothing seems to be here,
and the world disappeared
with death most prominent.
That's when I pass out,
nothing comes about
when I think about the light.
It's like my life
locked away the strife
that had come from what I saw.
My heart is broken,
but it's not a token
thing that I dwell on.
Yes, I shed tears,
and I may for years,
but others depend on me.
I pick up the pieces,
and listen to reason,
when others console me.
It's not yet past,
and they won't be the last,
so I must be strong.
Others depend on me.