missing

in utter silence
i thrive in misery
the longing of you;
a weakness engulfing
bare and trodden
petty mockery
the needing grows
a curse yet enchanting

the absence of you
is life drifting
i walk not in darkness
but in deceiving light
empty and barren;
i ought to be
striving but stagnant
a pitiful plight

i sob and i mourn
insanity at reach
my longing for you
is my longing indeed.