yen

it hurts, oh how it hurts to be this way

to be consumed by disregarding views

and linger in my torment, i can't choose

to leave my darkest thoughts, my inner fray

still holds my heart with every empty breath

and brings me to my knees, i cry for you

as night imbues its essence through and through

while bearing deja vu's of looming death

it's how these thoughts have haunted me, my dear

i'm fairly willing to consign to grave

for all the beauty brighter dreams once gave

and all the things i'd give to have you here:

my heart, my soul, my essence, every touch

to hear you say you love me just as much

Authors Note: Bowlesian Sonnet