Weed in the torture chamber.

Help me I beg
Don’t pass me by again!
Spare me all the agony,
Save me from my pain.

I live to see you glance at me
And it is a hard way to survive
And now you refuse to look up
I am not sure how long I'll stay alive.

You are the sunshine,
The darks nemesis-light,
The warmth of the fire,
The stars in the night.

I don't wish you any burden
Or mean you any harm
I don't want you to become weary
Or back off in alarm.

I cry so much now, every day
I do not fear even death
Your light is all that really exists
Without it I long for my last breath.

I can not forget my feelings for you
It is too late to ask me to quit
The torture chamber is open
And its torches long since lit.

You may not see me crying
Or feel the pain I suffer every day and night
I wish I could show you how much I care
But pride says, you’re a king so it would not be right.

Im a weed rooted in your land
You’re the sun, now averting my gaze
You think that this will kill my feelings
And assume I am just going through a faze.

But like I said-I have rooted
And-to my despair-I will not let go
I can't hide this fact anymore
In truth I'd rather it would show.

Locked in this torture chamber
Known as the human heart
Dieing when you don’t look at me
And in agony every second we're apart.

So I sit here writing
Hour, after hour, after hour
Wishing I was worthy enough,
To be, in your eyes, a flower.

Copyright Mairi Mackenzie 2005