Oh how these vapid years
Have passed by,
Drawn out and dragging with them
The haunted remnants of my psyche,
And as their cold, blistering wake
Cuts through me
I am left unfeeling, unnerved
And at your door,
For in your absence I have floundered
In these icy depths
And seek now
The sweet relief of your rescue

By: Abigail

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