Poetry:To be apart is dying light

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to be apart is dying light
a soul in fragile panic
as through the darkness shrieks and pleads
but no answering name is found
lost soul without a home
no fire to warm its way
no where or when or in between
but always torn apart
to be lost within your eyes is life
but to turn away is death without the dying
eternal on and on
please take me in and set me free
to be enslaved and home