Feel sad for me
The 'death' I feel
For the thing I mourn
That wasn't real
The burning ache
So bitter sweet
Unleashed from where
My wishes sleep
Beneath the surface
Frozen cold
Defrosted by
Desires untold
So warm it felt
Though tinged with sorrow
A mouth of taste
Forbidden to swallow
My heart is whole
safe and cherished
And inner demons
Would see it perished?
If not for sense
And circumstance
How fond is felt
The backward glance
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So warm it felt Though tinged with sorrow A mouth of taste Forbidden to swallow If not for sense And circumstance How fond is felt The backward glance Those are my favorite lines. You've captured the emotion behind unrealized aspirations or unfulfilled hopes very well. Wishes sleep...desires untold...the backward glance. Thanks for sharing.