::Of Despondency::
The heaviness of longing bears down
on me, and its gluttenous fingers
capture me, and its lead tentacles
pull me into the depths of loneliness, and
I wait for the day I will feel
relief.
When our past, present, and hopes for the future combine with the heights and depths of our emotions to breathe life into words, those words elicit the illicit beauty inherently within us. (Of course, I could be MissTaken.)
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