Watched with helpless eyes.
You are burning inches away from my fingertips.
Burning in your own pride,
while I drown in mine.
A drug that we cannot let go,
A fetter we both share,
the agony in which we rejoice.
A need which we cannot suffice.
Your eyes glisten
with the ashes of the fire long gone.
Struggling to oust the other
with hope so blunt, yet so strong.
The relentless bruises too heal
with the tedious drag of time.
We come to grief with our minds.
When our dolor falls in clusters around our feet.
Shed off the bane from our thoughts.
Weigh our inaccurate emotions
heavy from the despair endured.
Her curt words cut deeper than the flaw.
While neither could elucidate the idea of us.
~si
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PoetryM O N A C H O P S I S the persistent feeling that you're out of place or don't belong. A collection of poems.
