Cycle of Agony

by Ocean Chant   May 26, 2021


In habitude, but futilely,
The caring gestures
Look for you. Yet,
Are shunned
By the absence of your warmth,
By a pain-stained remembrance,
By a river of tears, of hope
Rotten into tears of lost hope.
Bis. Bis. I reach,
In habitude, but futilely.

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