what agony it is
to be greatly longing.
such foolishness to perdure
this ceaseless sojourn.
where are you,
my ares, my mars?
your aphrodite, your venus
can hold out no more.
my mind conceives such haunting chimeras;
nightmarish delusions, macabre concoctions;
courting my consciousness into irrevocable insanity.
the angst that brims over my shell
pours out creepingly into sagacity.
how ludicrous those fears may seem
of me begone before you’re seen,
or of your demise in merciless bloodshed,
whenceforth no moment will ever be perfect.
come back to bed
to soothe my soul;
to rid my distress,
to banish my woe.
oh come back to bed,
my ares, my mars.
or i’ll seal my fate
where ever you are.
penned by yours, truly.