The loneliness of losing love

Poetry: No End (To The Endless Days)

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Unfortunately I also spent many lonely moments
up there on the breathtaking, vast
yet sometimes scathing moor.

I was escaping from you, escaping from inner turmoil
I was escaping from jealousy, escaping into the wild
I was, paradoxically, in a search for inner peace.