I'm pining,
pining for you in the middle way
somewhere yet nowhere seen.

I'm fading,
fading into the shadow of thoughts
already yet broken dreams.

I'm waking,
waking from the dead old curse
burnt yet afresh fantasy.

I'm losing,
losing the fear of comforts
outbroken yet closure of pleasure.

I'm leaving,
leaving a bit of me with you
shattered yet something to remember me by.


© Pending thoughts