The Reactionary Thoughts
Placing all my thoughts on the table;
Looking at the passing train of history
Enerstly I flood my guilty yet clear eyes,
Adamantly I miss the days when we loved,
Surrounded by the haunts of past memories,
Echoes of love I nolonger hear
Could it have been a wise decision,
Outside I see the emptiness and voidness,
Mostly wrong, your absence is torture
Earth is nowhere without you
Being here is now my day and night thought,
All the same, come back home my love,
Can you open the closed books again
Keenly remember me and all we had
Haunted is my name without you,
Out of this terror I long to be,
More and more I wish you were here,
Enter the door, its open for you
Copyright © Gaylord Munemo | Year Posted 2013
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