Gone!
So much that was wrong.
Yet prolonging it on,
To satisfy the sitting of blues.
And committed to making it a perfect fit.
Up all night,
Until the dawn.
Hoping to trigger a motivation,
To leave the emptiness...
Of that which has been going on.
But so gone!
Much that was wrong.
Yet prolonging the sensation of it.
To satisfy the sitting of blues,
As glued as if...
A committment has been made,
To ensure it a perfect fit.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-gone-3/
