Its a feeling
All too familiar
Weary in mind
Restless at heart

I promised myself
Never again
It rises once more
Stronger than before

Its a feeling
A flood of memories
Flowing in my veins
Intoxicating like mead

My heart, its weak
Perpetual in turmoil
Beyond comprehension
Too strong to resist

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Ferinus, in the year 107 AM.