swaying, rocking
waiting upon my beloved
an incandescent sight
for my torn eyes
into the pits of tartarus i shove.
oblivion creeps upon thou
like the spiderwebs lining my walls
alone for infinity
webbed hand quivering
awaiting aeon old calls.
wrinkles scarring my face
of acne and of youth
of a juvenescence i lost
bleeding gums
and a broken tooth.
dripping elixir
from the labyrinthine of veins
a product of malaise
careless senile driving
upon the crevices and lanes.
for why is there to live
when all those who have left
swift goodbyes
hiraeth absquatulate
murmurous and deft.
~ sonder
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Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
