Understanding

If someone took away your sight, your voice,
Or your heart
And told you that you could have them back in one month,
Would you miss them?
Would you mourn their absence?
You know they will return
But that does not ease the feeling of emptiness
That knowing does not change that a piece of you has been torn out
Your being is altered
Their justifications mottle you with rage
The explanations of how this injustice will benefit you are lacking
Irresponsible
Every day overflows with waiting
You beg for the night to come so that you may sleep into another countdown
So that the morning may bring a lesser number
And then you pray for darkness once again
Repeat the cycle
But then again
It's "only" a month

Because that statement is sooo helpful