I can feel you.
Let Me LIVE!
I hear the sound of your voice,
walking on my insides
around the words I see your face-
Paint me into place!
I can feel you press against my conscious.
The enormity of you, and I am afraid.
Can I give you the life you are begging for?
Will my weak attempts at breath leave you asthmatic?
Will I see the sadness in your countenance
as you gaze into the pools
dismayed at your reflection?
I am only made in the image and likeness.
I am no god
I am no creator
You place a single grain of sand into my hand