By AjK

We are tantalus reaching for fruit
A Memory out of reach
Feels like a slash from a bliss sword
A happy never healing wound
Gushing with longing
A river with no destination
Just a hope for the past
A memory of feelings
When happiness had meaning
When life had color
A pain in your stomach
Almost sweet
So strong so overwhelming
A crying dance
Strings being pulled tight
Suffocating a record off a beautiful tune
That now seems off
Didn't notice when it started
But it will now never leave
A longing so strong
A river that will never find its destination
Because it has already been-
Where it wants to go