Abound Poem by Leon Moon

Manufacturer of experience
And the way you feel it
Receding, redeeming
All the avenues of being

Addicted, float through
Those anchored to the reef of grief
Hidden beneath the ignorance we breathe
Stuck sunk in the shallow refused to reach the deep
You'll be forced to repeat

Stranded, relinquished abyss
Can't help but reminisce on the bliss
That slipped through my fingertips the instance
My desire was no longer a wish, still the feeling consists


You know it won't ever leave.

This pain's deep ingrained,
It'll take more than these bones to fade
For these aches to go away.

But even then no matter where I'll wake
I won't be able to shake the weight
Of the grave this life engraved.

How stupid I was to not have saved
The only thing I came to claim.

I can never get back to the place
That first traced your face,
The entrails of grace
I left to waste.

Now all that's left is the bitter aftertaste
Of a one type of love felt the same -
Two voids carved from the sky
By the glory of the unknown play
Split by the sweet light of day
That still remains but without a way
Into the world we made before we gave
Back the possibility we were meant to stay,
Weaving the fabric recreating today.