Fiends are ***** enough already, no need to aid them with our own murk.

Oh child,  for what good deeds have you been punished? alas,  where have you been searching?

Stop the wandering, my love, at least just for tonight and come home, we'll seat by the fire, your head on my lap, I'll read you a story, serenely, till you dream of last seedtime.

Stop the wandering, my love, for the night is dark and full of terrors.

I would've put you through hell.
testing you, trying to get to trust you again
I would've been the worst
because I resent you so much, as much as I love you
and in my mind set, I wanted you to pay for what you did
wrong! I know! but I can't help it
so go, leave me, i don't wanna go through this

if you go through barathrum and survive ,then what?
and for how long? and how am I gonna feel after?
just leave
because I despise you so much, as much as I want to go through the trans-siberian railway with you
As much as I once hopped to wed you
at small remote chapel by the black sea

And I hate wasting time and "what if's" you know that
I wish we could get better faster
but every time I try, I see those photos in my head
and I read those texts again
and think, how could she? liar! liar! liar!
this is wrong, that is evil.
burn witch, burn

So be on your way, this is not me, all this wicked thoughts
go, get better, hurry up cause I won't be waiting
I will not waste time waiting

Dim sunlight coming through the curtains of my window this morning,
the ambiance feels just a little parky…
I stretch my arm to the opposite side of the bed,
nothing…

I believe I went back to sleep…

Woke up again moved by the sense of my obligations, half awake revolving…
My body longing for a touch of her calid smooth skin at daybreak,
coldness...

As of to reach her my eyes search for her,  
my hearts looks for her, but she is not with me.

Did she get out of bed before me?
maybe she's in the family room (like she calls it),
drinking a coffee and reading her book.
I feel a smile drawing in my face accompanied by a warm feeling of content.

I want to go join her, my nymph.
Perhaps she's just laying there unclothed on the ****,
or perambulating through the apartment doing her thing,
my muse,
that beautiful body of hers, seductive and alluring yet innocent and tender,
physique of a greek goddess.

My cellphone rings, it is her…
confused I hasten to get out the covers and sit in my bed,
then I glance at the picture of that hypnotizing graceful smile on my desk,
her farewell gift.

She's gone, I drove her to the airport yesterday…

They ask me to stand up
to exercise and play,
to run, to swim, to fly.
Very well...

One and all advise quiescence,
recommend counterpoisons, refer doctors.
they peek on me, perplexed.
"What's wrong?"

They suggest new sightings,
to try and get out, to not travel,
to cease living and to not perish.
It doesn't matter…

One and all see my struggle
for my bewildered expectancies,
the stumble of my now fickle nerve.
I do not consent…

One and all pick on my plagiarisms
with relentless blades,
judging, berating, amused.
I feel fear.

Frightened of everything,
of this morning's light, of the certain defeat.
For today I'm just a mortal,
decrepit and ephemeral.

For all this and more, on these short days
I'm not listening, I'm not here.
I yield, I strive again, I succumb.
I lock myself with and I open up to
my worst and most treacherous enemy,
"U" (my ego)