Frodo to Sam at Bag End

- jan-u-wine

Like fine
old
parchment
my heart
fades:

the world's
brightness
becomes

nothing

to me.


What does it all mean,
I wonder,
now,
as all that I wish to
touch,
all that I wish to
feel
vanishes
from my grasp.

Soon,
I will not know
who I am.


Soon,
I will not
care.

I must not allow
you
to see me
thus.
You,
who always
knows,
you,
who always
cares.


My own tears,
falling
on
my own hands,
my fingers
tight
against a door
closed
to the night,
mean nothing to me.

It must be someone else
weeping
in the silence,
(lonely silence,
lit by dark),


it must be someone else
who flees
from himself.

I know
you
would never
turn away from
me.


I know you
would never
leave.

Please.

This
may be the last time
I can
speak to
you.

It closes on me.

Help me.


Draw me back
into
the world.

At least,
take my hand.

Let me know
there is something
that is real.

Please....

into this darkness,
do not
let
me go.