My extreme unaccountable length of pain,
Betwixt a lost love and a heart in yearn,
I hitched it high up into cold mid-air, yet it is
Longing to be touched by a gentle pair
Of hands, that's made to heal,
My heart like a broken-winged teal.
Erratic happy beat of my pulse,
A hundred and eighty degrees to sadness,
This moment... and yet I am lost in thoughts again,
Your image a battle in my restless brain,
My weary mind inkling, a voice an awakening,
An image struggling, on its way through being...
Mine love's heartbeat a battle to win,
Only to die and be carried by the wind,
A struggle for hope fruitless in mid-thought,
Broken spirit - deciding to float,
Mind free as a wind flying like teal,
A guiding spirit for my heart desiring to heal.
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