Receding Rain

How many times must I beat upon the dead carcass

Of imagination before you realize my intentions 

Sitting on my island isolated

From the worries of your sick

That ever so frequently knock knock

Upon my door

You dismiss my virtue without

Second thoughts, I watch as you drift

Into a "utopia" only for you

Tears stream down my face for the thousands

Lost in this way but what is there to do for I

I who watch upon my tower

With a kaleidoscope 

Ever so cunningly avoiding

The brutal flashes of light cascading poor darkness

I, I, I am ethereal

Though not immortal

And you torture my emotions

With your love that fluctuates

Drowns me like quicksand

Ive only a shovel

Can I dig my way out alone?