The Bench of Goodbye

Lack of direction,
Seeking connection;
Doleful and baneful,
In need of correction

Separate, anxious,
Phantasms to vanquish;
The need we hold closely,
And will not relinquish

And love like the seasons
Goes on without reasons;
Loneliness flowing
Like golden leaves blowing —
Nobody knows, or could ever
Say why:
Out in the park,
On the bench of goodbye

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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