Limerence

The hurt stings all over my body
A Phantom pain that slowly builds
Crushing the reality of the situation;
Searing it into my brain
Like the Frenzied Flame of Madness scorching my every thought to oblivion

They all end the same way
Alone. With my regrets. My dejected hopes.            My burden
When will the sun rise? Rise.
Rise and repent your trifling hopes!
Desiccate the miserable wretch!

Turn. Turn and walk, walk away
Weary feet pattering away
Detached, listless pondering thoughts.
Evanescent as my very will
Welcome home, pitiful wretch