Absence Poem by A.J. McKinley

There is no light in this frozen heart.
No refractions of love to heat my soul.
I am absent from my own thoughts.
Inconclusive though they may be.
Your voice is an abstract mural of joy.
From which I drink of merciless fate.
Dark and sarcastic hours haunt me.

Still…

There is no light in this frozen heart.
No self actualizations to lift my eyes.
I am urgent in my lockless cage.
The eyes of my soul ache from tears.
I miss the fire of the passionate sun.
The silver moon orb dances for only me.
And I smile a languid and satisfied grace.

Still…

There is no darkness in this lunacy.


Copyright 2010 A.J. McKinley