An abstract, profound entity I cannot grasp,
Indifferent longing towards another,
Often a creature in the dark, swirling deep,
Lost in the massive heaps of white and cold,
Beleaguered by the crumbling, blanketing absence
Of an unspoken wisp,
Intensified, an unstable cleverness,
One often succumbs to,
Must I not falter?
at times I surrender, not fully,
Beguiled by the state of often anonymity,
Hidden in plain,
Contentment in the sight of forever solitude,
Gasping, a long, expected wait,
In drought I must continue.