Cathartic Babble

My soul longs for him in his absence
Yet my heart, the worn-down shelter
Remains the docile ally of
My mind that mocks me.
Scars from two transient seasons
haunt me...
Possess me with
Such fierce recollection
Each time I wander to the edge--
Hurling me back to my sedated realm.
It turns out, there could be
Beauty and Simplicity in oblivion.

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