• poetrynowar 17w

    In those silent moments,
    Sitting alone,
    Staring with all consciousness
    at nothing,

    I yearn to speak to you.
    I long to see that glare in your eyes,
    Feel your flesh, taste the sweetness in your breath.
    But, helpless I find my-self,

    Unable to swim across the ocean of tears,
    What bitter separation,
    I can’t get to you.

    The guilt of my sins in your absence,
    Filling my-self with the love of strangers
    Stains my heart, makes it black.
    Yet I satisfy my-self in your memories
    It colors me anew
    Still,

    What bitter separation,
    I can’t get to you.
    ©poetrynowar