My
words cut deep and loathe the sun;
neglect
and folly reeks my mind.
It's
empty without your embrace – no fun –
I
wish I had a knife or a gun…
No
footsteps echo, doorway's blind;
your
spare key on the kitchen table left behind!
Why
did it happen, I am stunned…
If
I could mute my ugly side;
be
sunshine, rainbows, unicorn –
I
would so verily – I'd oblige
but
ravens have nested this stage;
void
is that soul – so hollow and torn…
Like
a deadwood at bog, a stillborn;
cannot
shake the feeling, cannot hide!!
My
sight is venom, my grins are madness;
why
did you leave, I thought you knew…
Still
are the hallways, undisturbed sadness;
nobody
muscles me down in gladness:
creeping
some joy and laughter like dew
into
my barren wasteland – not even a few!
Let's
be Ill then for I rate less…
Feed
me your bugging and small-talked replies;
although
my sarcasms may be the reason
you
are not here – empty one man clap applies;
no
taste in groceries while full on supplies…
I
taste your meets, hunger your season;
time
without you like a solitary confinement prison –
even
for the disgusted roll-eyed sighs...
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