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Misplaced in the mist of misery
Why do you show me
such treasure,
only to deprive me.
When you are gone,
smoke fills the air,
I'm misplaced in
the mist of misery,
w a n d e r i n g
helplessly lost,
masking melancholic
emotions.
Parasite winds
bring little respite.
If only they would
whisper my
mute messages,
blowing tepidly
into your heart -
then maybe you
would gift me one
more glimpse.
Then like the
majestic sun would
you re-appear?
Embracing me with
passion and desire,
so my heart smiles
like the crescent moon,
till darkness comes,
veiling your light
and then
you disappear (again),
leaving me
misplaced in
the mist of misery.
Copyright ©
Silent One
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