unrest, wanderlust, disease
thoughts of fleeing, urges deep
my yearning to run from myself
sits heavily in the folds of my eyes
vision blurred, blurring yet more
each moment a longing filled with grief
what change can capture my mind
what can still this need
crying out inside
this pitiless desire grips me
so i can no longer breathe
yet, still, i sit and wait for what’s mine
to return and fill the void, quiet the need