It's a Sick and Cyclical Illusion

There is a loneliness
Within my limbs
I know not how to fight
The sort of weariness
That can only be known
If you learn to know loss
A loss that reveals itself
A loss that repeats itself
Only after granting yourself
The rare moments
The real realities
Which are wrapped within a confine
A boundary
A cruel seldomness

I cannot find the antidote
To cure
This mind numbing
This crippling
Uncertainty

This infinite
Atemporal
Twosome
Denied
Due to distance
Dictating my every emotion
Destroying my very flesh
I breathe
And with every breath
The battle begins again
I’m being beaten
By reminder
But defeat does not define me
No matter how thick and calloused
These scars seem to be
Success in resuscitation
Relies upon
The very reality of the reminder
The loneliness
That leaves me listless
It’s a sick and cyclical illusion
With momentary lapses
These moments of remission
Release me from them please
Let the life back in
And diagnose me terminal