Missing You

By Martin Falatic
Written 1994-12-20
Revised 1994-12-20

The night finds my spirit plunged into depths uncharted,
          as I pace the shadows of my heart.
Lost in confusion, my mind rebels,
          but my stomach winces in it's worrying way.
Tis not noble fear I speak of, but cowardice,
          as I voice my thoughts in empty halls.
Fear of the unknown -
          fear of the inevitable.

As I reach out in the night, cloaking myself in the darkness,
          I yearn for you.

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