Longing feels like….

longing2

Longing;
is a sharp knife having its way
 -W.E.

It cuts, it carves,
It twists, it halves,
It severs, it starves
At our pain,
It laughs.
This sick accompaniment,
rotting your carcass,
the doing,
of longing,
the strive of us imagining,
back to an earlier time,
to the beginning,
where once was poetry,
once was singing,
where once was joy,
where there was living.
And now…..?
Nothing,
decaying,
dying.
Please let me be,
an inkling,
With my thoughts,
Something,
With my memories,
Leave me my longing.
-W.E.

3 thoughts on “Longing feels like….”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s