Doldrums

How do you feel when the eternal wait for someone though, ends with their physical presence. But you have never felt so alone, aloof and secluded and wrapped in your thoughts, even if they are back with you. The paradox in the life continues to exist.

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You are food for my soul
like honey for the bees
I’m stuck here on the shore
you are lost in the sea

Spending my endless days
in the doldrums
thinking about you
always daydreaming

I’m stuck here on the shore
you are lost in the sea

 Lost the count
of the breath;
miles and miles
my wishes are stretched
before they get tired
and go to sleep

I’m stuck here on the shore
you are lost in the sea

Wishing you to be breathing
my air, next to me
bits of sand on your body
glistening;
always gives you
an everlasting sheen

I’m stuck here on the shore
you are lost in the sea

A wishful thinker
a daydreamer, they say
in the doldrums
waiting for thee;
honey, honey
you are food for the bees.

I’m stuck here on the shore
you are lost in the sea

My heart thumping
puts the deafening noise 
of the crashing waves
to shame;
I long to hear your voice
to calm down the devils in me

I’m stuck here on the shore
you are lost in the sea

My heart moored
to your soul
just waiting to be
tugged along with you
oh! this wait seems
to be everlasting

I’m stuck here on the shore
you are lost in the sea

Days rolled into nights
and the chills in the winds
sends the shiver down my spine;
I stand here on the edge
waiting for your silhouette
to be defined;
This strange dark in the
night makes patterns
so eerie

I’m stuck here on the shore
you are lost in the sea

An epiphany of the wonderful sorts
here I beget your
presence
and find you
all lost and awry

You worldly presence
counts for nothing
to me
Honey, honey
You are not next to me

I’m stuck here on the shore
you are lost to the sea.

Photo by Shifaaz shamoon on Unsplash

This post is in response to the daily prompt Forlorn

 

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18 thoughts on “Doldrums

  1. I can feel the utter loneliness in this passage, and for some reason it makes my heart soar:

    Days rolled into nights
    and the chills in the winds
    sends the shiver down my spine;
    I stand here on the edge
    waiting for your silhouette
    to be defined;
    This strange dark in the
    night makes patterns
    so eerie

    Liked by 1 person

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