With every beat

Do you miss her?
What kind of question is that?


The
Depression,
Anguish,
Dejection.

This overwhelming grief
A creeping disquiet
Suffocating and exhuming
All of me

Why would any
of it Bother me?

A solus so deep
You think I weep?

Rather drives you to leap
Perhaps, but not as sheep

Long have these springs dried
From this heart been tried
Not so much an afflict
As it was from convict-

Shunned by me, myself, and I
Against I, myself, and me
I gave no quarter, no plea
Shackled myself to be free
Naught for the sake of me

Then for thee?
Silence, you eye
You gave without try
Slowly, you blithely
Lost how to cry



So why then do you sigh?
You silly fool
A jewel since school?
I long with every joule