forsaken

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, November 21, 2010 0 comments

i knew once,
on a speechless night,
a girl of such enchantment that
i could weep for hours knowing only of her life

she was
alluring 
and for years i kept her in my heart
to sanctify the enshrouding light
which so constantly mocked my weakest inquiries

i sensed then that i was beckoned;
silently, while secretly wailing my essence for her... 
for only
her

continuously
i've discovered her 
more existent within me 
than i have ever known

but now
i utterly curse the heavens
which have buoyantly sought
to have her
forsake me
 
and i long 
to be no more.

Posted by Robert Anderson at Sunday, November 21, 2010
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