Poetry: Their Overdue Kind

Trying to find
sweeter emotions
healing words
loving thoughts
warm devotions
but
caught up in
a twisted world
of darkness
they rush away
with wintry winds
they laugh
they mock
my heart rescinds.

Their return
eventual
their return
inevitable
assured
So I yearn
for their impressions
to reflect in the
lake of my being
mirrors for
introspection
deliverance
their freeing.

Until then I will
contemplate
sit in
silent repose
strike a pose
of stillness
of solitude
and wander the
corners of my
mind
making preparations
for their overdue
kind.

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