What is and somehow is there again
For the arms that gripped tight at the waist
Now seem to give way
To embrace this a new cold a formless shape
If life is the sum whole of one’s fleet joy
Somehow the light of life has never shone upon me
This toil upon which vanity stole
Never again do I find such feelings arise
The death of all hope
The dreams that snuffed out
For long past memories seem to fill with hope
A promise of a chance for joy to resound again
A way to break this hold
And yet again I find myself alone as I am
In the greater distant as I choke
For in way it was never just what lies in between
What separates the two from them and me
An endless divide for that which can never be crossed
Wanting to reach out yet the connection is invariably lost
The pain is not of the coming silence it brings
But to watch the days role by falling to their waste
Pining for what one can assume will never be
In the greater distant brought again to my knees
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
What is and somehow is there again
For the arms that gripped tight at the waist
Now seem to give way
To embrace this a new cold a formless shape
If life is the sum whole of one’s fleet joy
Somehow the light of life has never shone upon me
This toil upon which vanity stole
Never again do I find such feelings arise
The death of all hope
The dreams that snuffed out
For long past memories seem to fill with hope
A promise of a chance for joy to resound again
A way to break this hold
And yet again I find myself alone as I am
In the greater distant as I choke
For in way it was never just what lies in between
What separates the two from them and me
An endless divide for that which can never be crossed
Wanting to reach out yet the connection is invariably lost
The pain is not of the coming silence it brings
But to watch the days role by falling to their waste
Pining for what one can assume will never be
In the greater distant brought again to my knees