Consideration

The day passes by and I,
I can't stop
Stop....stop feeling.
I try and try and
Try.
And cry.
Bitterness drips.
I need help.
You need....help.
Mine.
I am robbed
From moment
To utter moment
Of life.
Why?
Because of your hold
The steadfast
Hardy, death-like
Grip.
And I begin
Begin as I do
To wonder
And lose
And gain
My hopes and
Dreams.