in the longing for you
there is a world
in which I live
where none may walk
where none may breathe
only I have the air
the light with which to see
there is a world
where Love is cold
and flowers never bloom
where sunlight is but a dimmed candle
and music is swallowed by the
far off screams of the doomed
I awake in this world
every morn, with
every day the very same
as the day before, and
every night a dark, sealed coffin
a jar, in which I'm stored
in this world
there is not peace
nor kindness, nor softness
for you have placed me
in this world, adrift in
in loveless madness
in the longing for you
C2022 Thomas Lee Rhymes July 17, 2022
Copyright © Thomas Lee Rhymes | Year Posted 2024
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