Reaching Out


	Scott's Poetry Page \| home Both Sides of The Mirror \| Waiting \| Softly \| Count Down \| Reaching Out \| The Door \| Meaningless Lies \| Hate \| Lost Time \| Place in My Heart \| Evil \| Blood \| Tears From Above \| Pretend \| Looking Up \| Want \| Unseen \| Untitled \| My Star \| Forever Changed Reaching Out I'm reaching out, but there is nothing there. There is no reality and dreams are nightmares. I need to escape, to release myself from this state that I'm in. Nothing is real, nothing. I found my way out, my way out for good. And now I stand with the cold steel against my head. Covered in sweat, the tension is building, my life flashes before my eyes, and I see my past. The time of my arrival quickly approaches, and the adrenaline begins to rush. My finger is on the trigger, I'm ready to pull, but then the door opens, letting in the light, and making all the darkness disappear. And once again I am reaching out, for anything, anyone, hoping to find my purpose.