Weird feeling (poem)

I wish to enjoy a just moment

Far from the torment of all that is golden

Beg for the touch of enchantment


I try to hide from it all


But wishing is still just a fragment

Lost to the whims of all that’s distraction

Sense the loss of delightment


I’m lost to the fact of my fall


The ache now grows and it blossoms

Pain now embraces my home and its fashions

I try to find that which will solve it


Senselessly lost to be wrong


The hope that now grows is a burden

Dragging its wage, it fares to lay smolder

If just for the fallen


Erred, I step off the throne


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