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
Copyright © Ejim Justin | Year Posted 2017
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