Why all this yearning?
Constantly yearning…
It tires me so.
Yearning for what could have been;
Yearning for what is to reach,
An uncertain future, frivolous dreams;
Yearning for something in the now,
Something just out of my reach—
On the tip of my tongue;
Just a taste but never full indulgence:
A null release.
Yearning for Something that will never come.
This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective reflections of my creation, called “Grimoire of a Weirdo”.