OBSESSION

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OBSESSION

 
No silence in the quiet of the night, 
Only the sound of your name echoing 
Within the crypts of my delirious mind, 
Reverberating like screams of specters 
Haunting under cloaks of insanity, 
Never ceasing, yearning for calm within, 
Without hope for any appeasement, 
When uncertainty muffles every sigh, 
Reduced into whispers of helplessness, 
While the cold draft breathes your name to my ear; 
No stillness in the depths of midnight, 
Only the movement of my restive heart, 
Its beatings timed with the endless echoes 
Of your name within the mind without peace

© 1998 Miguel Rogali 

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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