Sometimes the feelings
Snake up my throat
Clog the tube that feeds
My lungs
Choke the veins that pump
My blood
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And I wonder
If this loneliness
Of the soul
Will ever abate
-
Will I know a day
when I long to come home?
Will I know an hour
When I can wait no longer
For the embrace of my love?
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I have known love,
But the loss of it is
The taste sticking to my tongue.
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And I’m choking on it.
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Emily McGuff
Author of Crystalline (self-published on Amazon)
Lover of lyrics and poetry.
Obsessed with sci-fi and fantasy.
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