Deep Declaration Poem by Brian Mawadri

I feel your absence keenly;
It's a cutting void.
Your voice has left for a far flake adventure.
I am low and sunk into lettrage.
My old words dead and gone;
Rooting me deeper into solitary!

The corridors of my path are longer, misty.
My own reflection causes me dismay.
I now find solace in the clammy dark,
like bats.
Concentrating there, feels cushiony.
Because no one watches:
And technology is out of signal.

My old comrades have vanished;
And believes are like a past memory.
My words are tolling.
And my mind is in mourning.
Because my voice is evidence;
Of sorrow embedded beneath.
That has reddened my eyes.