missing

every pigment of lost dreams

adrift in elephant desires

forcibly absent, ripping at the seams

or horse blinders,

it seems.

not living, yet astray

impressions that remain unimpressable 

for those around me to pray 

on prey.

constantly unstable,

consistently accustomed to those 

 that consume me.

and then the final scene 

a requiem for those that left 

under seas of buried citrine

to a mortsafe of bereft. 

the bitter bite of algidity

nips the nape of my neck

never found my quiddity

despite answering every beck.