A National Voice

I sit here, blankly
Staring at the page
Waiting for the words to appear.
But they don't,
Arrive that is,
The enchanted secret
That I have in my head,
The one that stops everything from being ok.
Apparently.
The words that once spoken will free me
From wherever I am,
(But I think I'm at home)
So maybe there's nowhere to go.
But
There must be somewhere,
Other than here, or
What's the point?
Maybe I'm not anywhere.
I could be a character in someone's bad dream,
Like that guy in Dallas.
WAKE UP!
Still here.
It must be the words again
The magic words
Abracadabra!
Maybe if I just sit here some more,
A few minutes longer
Won't matter
and then I might think of something to say.
Something fantastic
Something brilliant
And then
Just maybe
My head will make sense.

Maybe one day you can understand,
That the pain of others was caused by my hand.
I crushed each person in an attempt to be me,
But instead my love caused them to flee.

Maybe one day you'll appreciate,
That your love for me was a tempt of fate,
For I have a secret that I never can tell,
As those who have learned realised as they fell.

Perhaps one day you might comprehend,
That it's you, above others, that I have to defend,
As those who have entered my deadly abyss,
Have never returned, all killed by my kiss.

I hope that one day that this you'll know,
That since you have gone my tears always flow,
And that I love you and miss you with all of my heart,
But my self-imposed curse called for you to depart.