by Pathogen Ambadra on Saturday, November 3, 2012 at 1:02am ·
This feeling of longing
Like something great is missing
A presence living in memories
Refused to shrivel even with escalating distance
Every turn so reminiscent
Nostalgic the very undying scent
Yet withering not is the desire
Only filling the loss with ire
For an err so undeserving
And a mind so undiscerning
This path trodden for finding self
Expending all avenues of help
Yet non seems appropriate
Knees and pleas exhausted to expiate
But the state gravitates
A heart mutilated and in pain
The longing hard to fade
Eyes growing darker with shade
Shadows growing sharper and darker
No more hallucination the visage sharper
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