Misery don't leave me.
My insides, twist and squeeze,
They pull and push inside me,
They feel the pain, I try to hide,
Their honesty, denies me.
I'm denied, the comfort, of ignorance,
I simply know, too much,
Denied, the bliss, it brings,
Because, I'm hindered, by your touch.
All of me, remembers you,
And, none of me, can forget,
Your touch and taste and scent, it plays,
Constantly, in, my head...
In my mind, I can't escape,
But my body, feels it worst,
Crippling emptiness, pouring through,
Stops all, that should work.
My heart can beat, my lungs can breathe and blood can fill me through,
But none of it means anything, if they don't, do this, for you.
I wish the emptiness, could escape me,
In all, truth, of the words.
So I would be, nothing living,
Just a statue, for birds to perch.
Just a memory, soon or long forgotten,
To those, who, remembered me.
A fading thought, to all of those,
Who, ever, noticed me.
But even then, as solid stone, not a particle loose,
The agony, of nothingness, would wash, over me.
Nothing, describes, the pain I feel,
No words, no songs, no art!
No exaggeration or definition;
And metaphors, don't start.
To explain, what it is, inside me,
That simply, seemed, to come apart,
At the hearing, of your words,
Your audible, covenant of the Ark.
Such a thing, a terrible thing,
So powerful, so strong,
It, tore away, what lays beneath,
And simply, moved on.
I question, how I hurt...
When nothing, seems wrong.
My body, is intact,
My organs, have not gone.
With, every thing, in order, I can't understand, but I try,
What is this inside me? Where, does it hide?
How does it, take my joy and force tears, into, my eyes?
How does it fill me, with sadness and emptiness, alike?
How long, until, it's over?
And when it's gone, how long till it, returns?
It's hiding, in, your memories,
It's living, in, your words.
It's exists, in all, your letters,
It dances, on your breath,
In every sound and every perse,
It sits, upon, your lips.
It waits, until, you're with me,
And slowly, creeps along.
Through the air, it glides and soars.
Lifting off your tongue.
It finds it's way inside me, through any and every part,
Then it finds it's way, to the core of me and sits upon my heart.
It lingers and it wretches, everything it can from me.
Here grows the hole, of emptiness, as full as it can be.
Because when you go, you take from,
The part, that once, was us.
So it grows and grows and grows and grows,
Never, is it, enough.
But when you're gone, it doesn't leave.
And I'm saddened, but I know,
If it ever left, as you have too,
I'd, truly, be alone.
Daniel Zuppa
17/11/17