From the moment I awake,
the lack of your presence haunts me,
following me every second of the day,
pushing, shoving, taunting
and I don't dare take a moment to rest.
The gaping hole goads me on as with the sting of a whip,
laughing in my face at the list of my tasks.
The absence causes me to fear
and I lash out in anger,
hurting those whom I love the most.
Why do you exist?
Why is there never enough of you?
From where I stand,
you only exist to give me reason
to prioritize...
the ones I love, the moments I cherish, the passions I choose,
and for this, I must love you.
And yet,
I hate the way that you torment me,
Time.
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