Tenacious Absence

Self imposed and tearing down my clothes, the pain of this absence digs deep.

No logic can impose, no words to repose as my mind is vacant of any reasoning.

I am the suffering I make.

I am the vigilant creature which lurks and hides in that cave.

The barriers that prevent me from a better action is crippled by my anger.

Not everything is meant for now.

Nothing is lost, nothing ever lost.