The Trek Of The Lost

Longing for intimacy to a desperate degree
Save me the excuses, formalities and pleasantries
I’m tired and I truthfully need better
Although I settle for writing night letters
My heart is pouring from the pitcher but there’s not a glass in sight to fill
Discolored stains and watermarks are all that are left from the spill
I hope to understand in memory’s time
If my memory doesn’t happen to unwind
Questions of sanity come from vanity
Can humanity save humanity
I’m losing myself between these lines
Just trying to make honesty rhyme
Feel my absence more than my presence
Fate is solely in my hands and heaven’s
The struggle is lovely, leaving lasting hues
Don’t worry about me, I’m just passing through

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