For every vanished sleepless night,
embers of resentment sear.
I let my thoughts flee in hopes to find,
a memory to draw you near.
The aches that flood my body,
drown my soul seconds at a time.
To feel nothing at all,
would receive a welcome of some kind.
Pain has no agenda,
and leaves no end in sight.
For now I will keep enduring,
and wait for what may never arrive.
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