Standing and waiting within the wind, the rain
I cannot feel what I wish to and I suffer what I cannot change
The rain slides off of the my body leaving a signature
It is small and insignificant but I begin to rust anyway
The water assaults my eyes, sealing them away for all time
My prison is being solidified around me and I cannot breathe
But, I never have taken a breath so how am I to miss something I've never had?
I guard the entrance way, with snarling teeth and cruel eyes
You don't notice my solidarity only my form
Not my lonliness, but my finely crafted exterior
I want to love and be loved but one must be able to move first
Thus, heart means nothing if the physical, the tangible, refuses to relay it
Trapped and breathless I continue to guard, continue to serve and yet...
I long for love- a silly tangible something of nothingness
I have no use for love and yet I want it for my own
I don't know; do you?