disApparition

I keep myself busy
just to miss the sad thoughts,
the haunting of what I lost,
and all I'll never have.

This ain't my world to live,
nor my hopes to dream;
I gave it up many nightmares ago,
and only long for them in lazy solitude.

The worst I've given up is you,
surrender before battle;
regret the undone.
(Pity laugh cause I'm the joke.)

Archived in my files of calm,
your tempest havocs my mind.