December has gone, long ago, and I am alone once more because you have turned…
My Poetic Angst! | A Poem
I wonder
why I wander
when I have my vision
in front of me – smiling!
Though, I do
fear if my angst
is her glory, tacitly
for she speaks lesser.
Should I then
go back to my respite
away from one and all?
For once and forever this time!
But O’ life! O’ that strange pleasant pain!
Neither can I move nor stay! Who am I?
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