This craving
Yearning
Aching
Angst
Like some school girl acting up.
Not happy, not sad
It's just the in-between days that have me down
Can't go forward, but there is no going back.
Try to turn my focus upward
I attempt to direct them
Through the ceiling, only fleeting
Instead, they move outward
Through the curtains
Call them back
Take them captive
Can not let them find their victim
Still this craving consumes me
A thorn in the flesh
Without understanding
Without my intention
Copyright DKHM 2012
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