Something longing for

Yeah,
Sure,
Its ok,
But why-

A view of 2's
But a reflection of 1
Emptiness is what it is,
Something longing for-

Something left inside,
Strange when I see-
Strange what its felt,
Why can't it be seen,

Hard to keep in,
Can't be taken anymore,
All going to come out,
But in what form,

Illusions made by events
All washed away,
By some displeasing sounds
that came from your way

Solitude its now the path
That have come across,
Thoughts are that come
But never to become

Hope to have it occurred different,
But the unwanted always came to bother,
The opposite is whats inside,
To be kept or seek by another.

~Ulisses

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