a shock of static electricity.
One touch that holds a great hypocrisy.
Moving through the pain of losing you.
Long distanced words of therapy remain
in constant flux. The skies are gray.
The air is cold and damp. The rain
won't come and yet won't go away.
So goes another day in purgatory.
Hanging in an empty space
between the rock and that hard place.
Seeking for a tiny touch of grace.
Afraid to feel the moments passing by.
Running from the constant urge to cry.
little drummer beating in my head.
Pounding sound of symphony now dead.
I walk through empty hallways that
once held the thrill of loving unity.
Ghostly laughter echoes from
a long lost fantasy of family.
Perhaps the pain is simply this:
my soul now pulling free.
Like a shock of static electricity.
Strung out by means of our insanity...
? Michaelette ?
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Take me home . . .