Crafted words,
Uncrafted feelings.
Obsessions taking over,
sense and meaning.
Etched in glass,
cracked over!
Tumbled in emotions,
bottled in a jar.
Some days are wastrels,
lying about sad.
No verse for company,
no soul to read.
Crafted words,
uncrafted feelings.
A seemingly unending quest,
quench my thirst.
While standing in the invisible rain,
hands out stretched
and no one to grasp.
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