Incomplete (an acrostic poem)

I stare into the distance looking for solace

Not finding any, not that I expected to

Carrying my weary soul, I trudge on

Ordinarily each step would bring me closer

Maybe that is just a myth I tell myself

People see me, but not the me I see

Let it all go, they say.  Let my soul sleep I say

Eternal bliss from the lack of solace

Terminal hope in the face of life

Every day I live without you I stare into the distance

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