Challenge
Missing someone…
Pneuma
The hole,
the home that was made in my chest.
The empty cavern that wallows about,
a vacancy that now eats away at my anger,
at my presence with its everlasting hunger.
The denial,
the nagging ache,
the pressure arising from a presence of loss.
It veins that crawl to my brain,
my very thoughts I cannot escape,
an illusion,
my santuaty.
Waves of silent cries,
consuming all of the presence and prettiness that has been left behind.
A desperation to rid itself
of the devastating violence of separation,
to rid itself of its own emptiness.
The endless obsession of what is left of a time we’ve shared.
My friend,
my reminder of a loss,
to what it was I really desired.
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