MiSSiNG

THERE iT iS AGAiN
OCCURRiNG EVERY SiNGLE DAY
ACCOMPANYiNG ME, iT LETS ME SWAY
RECURRiNG, THiS REFRAiN
 
ALWAYS QUiET THE SAME
COVERED GLASS iN FROST OR STEAM
THE ViEW OBSCURED AS iN A DREAM
A PEEPHOLE iN A FRAME

i'M STANDiNG OUTSiDE
ALL ALONE,
MiSERABLE iN THE COLD OR RAiN
MiSSiNG iNCLUSiViTY…iN VAiN
REALLY LONGiNG WARMTH AND LiGHT

THE WiNDOW SEPARATES ME
THROUGH MY BLOOD,
THE YEARNiNG PULSES STRONG
WHiLE THE iNSiDE CiRCLE MOVES ALONG
DESPiTE, i PAYED A HEALTHY FEE

BELONGiNG DEFiNiTELY LOST
FLOUNDERiNG iN SiLENT,
LONELY MADNESS
UNTiL COVERED iN HURT AND SADNESS
SEARCHiNG FOR MY WORTH

THERE iT iS AGAiN
STUMBLiNG,
BY NOW i ONLY SPY A VAGUE FEW
THROUGH THE WiNDOWS FROSTED ViEW
THAT'S THE SAD REFRAiN
W3 | The Skeptic’s Kaddish
W3|WEA'VE WRiTTEN WEEKLY|#127

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i'm curious.

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