Quench this wanderlust of heart
It has suffered silently
Forlorn, morose is its ally
Wanting outburst
The wound so deep
Imprisoned by its vulnerability
Tears well like river
Swallowed into the quagmire of hopelessness
Let the passion that binds it
Ferocious as fire
Be benignly divorced from it.
Written for One Single Impression prompt (Second Try)
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