Sea of the Left

There are some people,
maybe many ,
who you love to the world.
and they come to you,
when you need them to.

They guide me through the night,
hold the string, when I'm the kite.
But that...is before the daylight comes
and they say they have to go.

when desperation washes over my heart,
and hardens it to shimmering stone...
I scream to the world...I need them.

But they have chosen to let go of the string,
so I am left with only the sky.
I own it , yet fear to venture
into the depths of that brightness which hurts my eyes.

I can be the sky, but not when I have a string
a string now trailing on the ground brushing across you
begging you to control me, be the one for me.

I am the left over,
and I'm washed in.
overwhelmed by the sea of the left.
maybe you re too,
and the only company and lone man has.