Mirage of Emotions
In and amongst my dreams of you,
comes a fleeting sphere of hope.
my future is entwined
with a melancholy that
The sun may rise a thousand times,
but I will never
Feel it's warmth;
this is a mirage of emotional destruction,
A hologram of a promise never to be fulfilled, as my sepulchre
Is built by my own mind,
encapsulating my sorrow within.
As the yearning for your touch rises to its climax,
reaching it's almost unbearable precipice, I awake
to the cold face of reality. Without the smell of your perfume,
without the feel of your skin, when only seconds ago this was my world.
The seams of my palpability are splitting, like thunder clouds
in a despondent sky, rolling across my shipwrecked heart and
raining affirmations to denote all happiness and free will.
Herewith is the mantra of my dysphoria.