a wonderland
caught in the nexus of memory
and the grim reality of the present
I long for things that have passed
and wish to once again
stoke the fires of companionship
dependency that has waned
I weep bitterly
things that are lost
gone forsaken feelings
that can never be rekindled
the ether cloud of doubt
for the fires that have died
will never cease
and the longing
does not pass with each day
only more intense does it grow
the outcropping of foolish ignorance
creeps upon me
tendrils of loathing for self
and love
wax with the fantastic desires
that blind mens furies and
kill the beautious demons
that dance in my minds eye
with each moment in glee
posted by F.G. Shaw @ 3:18 AM
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