The mysteries behind her existence,

What are either good or evil, acts of action

Surrounded by

Those everlasting uncertainties

That haunt

Those inner hours of reflection

In those moments

Of doubt

 

She carries within her being

Of contemplation

Equally,

In her inner confusion

She calls life

Reality suppressed by fantasy

 

She left my inner soul

Emotionally feeling like a phantom

Not yet departed

From this world

Nevertheless

 

Thunderstruck

In my communication

Towards my life

Harding my soul

Deadening my spirit

 

While offering

Only years

Of hurting

To pursue

Without restraint

 

As my existence with my experience

Are jointly seeking

To shed those

Shackles of disenchantment

Now being carried

Thru the halls of my own discontent

 

While I am wavering,

Between what is factual

Moreover, connecting what is deceptive

So I ask, myself, will time

Have the influence to reveal

                               The love she tried to pilfer

 

 

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The mysteries behind her existence