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Grasping At Thin Air

You say you’ve always tried to reach out to me, even to the outer limits of your patience — That lofty trust atmosphere But, just how far did you try to reach within the deep, shadow spaces of your heart And grab a shovel hold of the buried fears darkly hidden — Rarified confidence shaken Unconditional love in need of complete certainty is starry-eye missing Rock solid trust has vanished into thin-air Now our joyous stratosphere has plummeted into the depths of despair A little daily dawn, pillow pep talk, and a lot of depressing, twilight tears Sent me sky searching on a caffeine yawn abstinence walk Cloudy doubts of a split mind are asunder trying to blow in my ear — A gloomy scent, whispering affair ... pulse telling me of your new, nicotine needs Suspicions sucked out of thin air, giving you inadequacy thoughts of infidelity A stranger friend knocking at my door, puffing unkindly of me rude when I’m not here Poisonous breath cancerous to the core, makes your loving attitude vapor disappear Anger shrouded in a mist veil of phantom promiscuity; I gotta climb up the interrogation stairs, thru the lip curse downpour of more accusatory weeps Something has to whether change ... should I fallen leave or sturdy remain? Emotional peace is mountain altitude rare It’s so hard to keep loving someone who really don’t think you honestly care Having plea feelings strapped to an electric chair; zapped by constant jolts of distrust, got this brokenhearted man grasping at thin air Free-falling cry thru the storm clouds, seems your rescue reach shrinks a bit more with each dry smile

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Date: 1/29/2019 9:31:00 PM
"Rock solid trust has vanished into thin-air Now our joyous stratosphere has plummeted into the depths of despair". This is such a sad part of this poem, but a reflection of a poet who knows himself well, and is in touch with his essence and his soul. No surprise there, Freddie.
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