Dysphoria - Mourning
Passions from expression prohibited
Floods an entire being
As arms ache from longing
To nurture, to shelter, to embrace
What on this bed cannot lie
And what in this house cannot live
Anymore.
In lieu a distant view
Suffices to nourish
A parched heart's thirst,
And dreams of what cannot be
Invades unguarded moments,
While despondent poisons
From the radio spill
Infecting from ear to soul;
To be human,
A sin that cannot be avoided.
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