Ephemeral

Ephemeral There's a lot inside me, A thing that dies every night, Every dusk that I lay on my bed, Close my eyes, and sleep. I feel a part slip away, stealthily, I do not know where it goes, But it never comes back. It digs a tunnel inside, A void that's never filled, Only occupied by Vengeance, hatred, and lies. My heart is in knots, I'm lost, and can't untangle. Things I longed to see left me drowning in a sea --an ocean of tears where I can't swim my limbs are too short much like a shrimp i find solace in the sunrise and mend my heart with poetry from the ancient quill where meaning to love is explicated in depth © MZEE MACH _27th Nov, 2024