Poetry :: A Heart's Lament

[poeticwatcher]

This melancholy has got to go... I long to be comforted; everyone is away and busy. So, dear journal, I pen to you

I long for your delicate embrace,
so crushing fierce yet gentle caress
I have become swept up,
in this growing apathetic madness

to give one's heart, a promise true,
and wait breathe held some time
you are there constantly in my heart,
the love of my lost soul sublime

a swirling of madness stirs there
roaring, tearing, spreading fear
stark terror consumes the heart
lost in its hesitation

I long for your delicate embrace,
so crushing fierce yet gentle caress
for I have become swept up,
in this growing apathetic madness
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