False Remedy

I know I have not been the best or the worst. I'm stuck in the middle, but I would rather be sort of close than far away. Somehow the distance never changes, the line never falters. The fault line quakes from time to time, but the plates never shift in my favor. Each wonder seemingly drawing me closer, but in fact, as my mind races forward, my stature remains the same. All consequences fade as he draws me nearer. I came only to the sound of his voice. I'm pathetic. How could I fall for something as simple as this? Promises engulf my thoughts and wishes for a better time. The city ahead is one of death, but it is quite a distance. She pulls me back to where I was before it's too late. The memories of each coming closer every time are enough to keep a child locked in a room, hiding under the covers until the devastation ceases.