Gnawing, throbbing
a feeling
likened to
wasting away, languishing
while sanity
harangues, pokes and prods.
Illuminating the facade
of disorder
disquieting
discontent…
Realizing
that, it, you…
Your aura,
your
presence is of consequence.
Longing for
but,
unlike
a drug, addiction or affliction
you are
the
prescription
for that which
ails
me.
The absence of you.
The loquaciousness
of barren echoes
spewed from
my heart
shatters the still
as I’ve had my fill
of
unconditional surrender.
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Nice ! Thanks for sharing 🙂
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Thanks for reading Tanya.
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