Lacklustre

I wish I had in me
A foretold prophecy
Or the longing of a love
By my side
Or the sickness of a soul
That has much endured
In the little grasp he
Had on time.
Or a fire sacrosanct
That was untouched for years
A little toxic, maybe truth
Is coming near.
Like a mirage of memories
Never palpable enough for words
A loss of that kind
Could make you lose your mind.

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