yearning,
my empty word, so wistful
evoking such feelings I dare not speak
feelings called ‘could’, ‘should’ and ‘did not’

yearning,
the cup that I do not want to overflow
flooded my being
drowned me in sorrows

one word that is a gaping wound – yearning…

it transmogrifies every other feeling
it fades every resolve
it feeds the empty fires

and you may ask what do I then yearn for
and you may ask why I rant this word
you phantasmagorian ghost
you haunter of my dreams
I yearn for you

(c) 2016 allen simpson
Inspired by the works of Poe

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