Alas! Realization! The worth of a hug.

Had cared little, but earlier; been ages.

When unceasingly shadows unearthed;

The piety in crusade against wantonness.

Futile fantasies ruin self-discipline and give way

To repressed, suppressed shrieks of soul, every day.

Sigh! You multi-faceted brute! You dare haunt

My innocence. A pin-prick, of emptiness, haunts.

The pain trickling down, up, all around, coloring

The embers of a wasted eruption, still smoldering.

Gnawing, barely visible under smothered façade

Of seasonal emotions. But it pulsates apart….

The feeling of being full, warm, wanted.

Had cared little, but earlier; been ages.