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by Ryan Kish

The feelings inside me remain in their tomb,

For they have no place in this world but my heart.

The yearning for warmth, for you that I have within,

Is it real, I wonder?

Or is it the dark yearning

that's consumed so many joyful bonds, a wish for something impossible,

a figment formed by the lonely mind

callously imprinted on someone unsuspecting?

Unanswered in perpetuity,

I fester in the space between purgatory and paradise,

As I dream of your gentle embrace.