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Haunting for evermore - poem


He will always be there,

As the sun rebels against the boundaries of day, 

And the moon fiercely battles against the confines of night,

He’ll come back to haunt my mind and eat at my soul,


These persistent hours,

I live between the hand of the clock,

Where am I to find solace in freedom's embrace,


Let us dance together in the darkness,

Bring me to the light,

Let me see before he plunges me into the jaws of hell,


My love for pain is everlasting,

Emptiness is boredom,

And you burn,


I’ve learnt to confide in my loneliness,

I ache for the sweet pecks of what I've lost,

My hour is lost.


Your voice fills my realm,

I am nothing but the chess piece.


He will always be there,

I’ve spent an eternity living through you,

So here I rest,

Here I rest in his arms,

The arms I once ached,


Those clasps of invisible chains that whip the lashings onto my heart,

Purple,

So blue


He will always be here


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