It's amazing to me that some days I can miss something that was never mine.
This lump in my throat
All the rage that is not quenched
This loneliness is gathered.
Screaming to be let loose.
Just one more time.
This tempest in all its madness
Down pour on the verge
A moment of chaos in time
Passionate misgivings run wild
It has all settled in comfortably
Whether temporary or permanent
Today seems never-ending
Let it come to close with a breath.
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