Emotive.

Trudging further, trudged too
far,
Nearly there, but somehow
sub par,

Missed the mark? No, but
the mark doesn't miss
me,
Just convenient? Maybe.

Damned up one side and
down the other,
Not that type, seek not
to smother.
Just the same as any other?
No!

Hell is no stranger here,
Searing, burning, but yearning
to hold you near,
Whatever, whichever, up
becomes down,
Punch-line to the face, but
won't be the clown,
Don't care if I drown, won't
wear a frown.

Not the option, nor the choice,
Just miss that face, and miss
that voice...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
2/25/2013