Toska

I'm missing someone Few days back, I found I'm in need of something My heart condemned to agro A feeling of distinct dissatisfaction Like a nail hammered in place A bottomless void lay pitted And was rendered vulnerable Even now as I reminisce I perceive a hint of that deep-set twinge In my chest, I'm hardly at rest You can hardly compare the snail's symptoms Of loneliness and impuissance to that of the snake's -Toska