How does one state
What is means to
miss living
To know it and to put
it to rest
And wait to be alive
furthermore
inexplicable solitude
In midst of crowd and
those hailed dear
Seeking one meaningful
connect
To behold this
existence and accept
To know the elixir
of life
One drop, one oasis
at a time
Visions for a demented
soul
Voyaging through
desert of life
They know to be
whole
Know the missing bits
of their soul
Perceptible yet out
of reach
Purgatory is where they
dwell
