The Isolation of Separation
Divided we stand tall within our flame’s truce,
for it’s been two long weeks since we separated.
Around my neck looped in remorse is a noose
and in pain and misery I am completely saturated.
O, my sweet lost love, why is life so complicated?
I’m abandoned...half of a twin flame isolated.
Spiritual apathy resides and loses itself in me,
I weep for the loss of the depths that carried away
all the refuse and waste of my childhood’s debris,
if only my twin flame could blaze again and stay.
For redemption and atonement I always pray…
I’ve been lost in despair; my broken heart on display.
Imperialistic and sovereign I am free without ease,
frantic and stoic I lay down with loss of affection.
If only this desolation and fear could instantly cease,
I hope to God one day our flames make a connection.
We need to rise above this battle, make a resurrection,
but we are segregated in blood’s flames with imperfection.
Insulated within anguish, regret and grief know I exist,
for I am stuck inside our kindle’s blazing lamentation.
I try so hard to let go but I just can’t seem to resist
all the heat you perspire giving me a burning sensation.
Depression comes, and I mourn; a fever of manifestation-
All I see is ebon ash burnt… a twin flame’s separation.
Twin Flame Separation
May 8, 2018
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