My Plea...

Do not forsake me now when I need you the most.
As my hour of need holds me in its tenuous grasp.
Stilling my breath till barely audible.
Shivers coarsing down my spine,
leaving me a shell of who I once was.
I ask for understanding and yet I get confusion.
My heart is beating but still I am dead, gone, lost..
Was I ever really here, there, somewhere?
Is my place in life marked to be remembered,
or will I float aimlessly in the wind to be forgotten.
Life is so precious and yet it rasps at my very soul.
A tear slides down my cheek to fall on my parched lips,
my tongue tastes the very saltiness of what is wet,
yet so dry and vacantly empty of who is me.
We all crave that one moment of what is complete,
to feel such euphoria; a breathlessness that cannot be explained,
but then why does it need to be?
This feeling is what gives us the will to go on,
to want more, to feel it once, even though fleeting..
And so; even though I have been here, there, where-ever,
I pray my footsteps will lead another to see me for who I am..