In lieu of an old conflict, an old fight,
I stood and watched the seasons pass by.
As the moon waxed and waned,
And lovers came and went,
All ignorant of this statue in the dank.
A cloud lay waiting overhead,
As time began to slow.
I, as a stone crashed into awareness,
In the gloom and all alone,
Forlorn and desolate are but the words.
My manner of life is all but withered,
Turned gray in this merciless cold.
Indignation has come and pass,
Anger and pain no place to stand,
I am left an empty husk.
It would be oh so wondrous, transcendent,
If I could trod into warmth and feeling.
The tendency to bind my anticipation,
And put it away and to the side,
Imitate a woman of stronger stuff.
Misled and fixed in remembrance,
I can merely utter, “..if only I knew.”
The basis of my loneliness, the crux of it,
The deciding factor, if I shall cite it,
Was in the end, the delusion of having you.
To this affinity of emptiness, this lust for pain,
I have only myself truly to blame.
My appetite for something radiant, something more,
Has left me forgetting,
And truly I must profess it, I am alone.
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