A Desirable Complication

I sit here in anguish,
Silently suffering.
My mind, it now wanders,
Quietly understanding.
Of a life I once knew,
Simple and carefree.
I thought I knew everyone,
And most of all me.
I feel a wondrous feeling,
A beautiful sensation.
I realise this emotion,
Is a desirable complication.

by Satan's Sibling

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Comments (3)

your poem captured your pain vividly. It is very descriptive and heart-felt. Keep up the great writing because it is very theraputic. Great job!
You have talent, I do say. Keep up the good work.
Well.....indeed a desirable complication~ btw even love is a desirable complication *wink* Preets