Missile Idiom

Missile idiom; of all, just this root

From whence I stemmed? Now severed from... ages ago

Propelling me in past, this, and toward entity warm, it and I went

Whether had the intentional it met, ever unknown

Root of all this, just a missile idiom

The day yet to exist without this realization

Pang of guilt, pang of longing, returns always to this

Pang of empty, pang of gone, captive my words mighty chains

Of all this, just a missile idiom, the root, still

I'd have to I the same punishm-.... fate.. were I frigid

Far too late to rejuvenate my worth, withstanding woe

Shells' crustacean ocean outsides, am I in, encased

The root, missile idiom, of all this, still just

Answers, remedies, fixes, amongst only one's words been exhibited

Source of which, ironically the same

Visage of whom had seemingly had me quaff potions of elation

Missile idiom I do undergo firing, at locations lost, alone and all one

Until the day I do uncover a who whom may mistily resuscitate

Hope stretches to fathom what it is to be unforgotten

Dreams once tangible, now stained reminders of procedural detachment