Absence

To you will be the last thought of the day
and the very first
like walking in the park on may
quenching from your lips my thirst

Where are your lovely hands?
mine are sinking in to ruthless quicksands
Can you embrace me with your arms
Or will you bite me with your fangs?

You’re a gruesome torture to a man’s heart
What can I do and what can I bear?
The distance and it’s fear
Or the pain of not holding you?

Help me find an answer
let’s hut and shelter
from the envious
and lonesome jealous

to those that don’t have
pave your way
or accept your stay
in your cold grave

  • Shoaib .

    Shoaib .

    wow .. powerful writing

  • lolowe

    lolowe

    This was such an intense read. But I loved it.

  • Trijpmaker replied

    thank you very much

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