Melancholy

have i grown?
am i immune to stillness?
its like when you’ve been hit
and its numb. . .

at some point
pain will remember my address
i know that

you are absent
you are too far away
my voice can’t touch you

your eyes
have flown away

a kiss has sealed my fate

i will bleed words

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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