My Mire:

Thinking but without thought

Going on autopilot

Tasting the biting cold

Feeling the pain

In our separation

Wishing only to be near her

But knowing I can't

My heart is breaking

My hands are shaking

My soul, she is quaking

In fear of a life

Without her

This problem is just as big

As last time

Overwhelming me once more

I just want to weep

Once more I am entangled

In this dark

Mire