Missing
Swallowing sickness
Perfecting the pain
Reaping my happiness
The killer not slain
Don’t leave me begging
I won’t be left on my knees
Stay here evermore
Time forever will freeze
I feel you in my mind
This sick, gray place
I reach out to touch you
All I find is dark space
The music of your language
Changing my cynical heart
Your glorious mind
Discerns the eminence of art
But such a distance
Leaves great detriment in my soul
Knowing time keeps us apart
Leaves my existence a saturnine hole
Just promise you’ll think of me
I will wait outside
Tally days on the wall
Till the sentence subsides
Copyright © Alex Brown | Year Posted 2010
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