Embarked as swine

I can report you myself dead,
Yeah! It’s a moment just i faced,
When you left.

This winter my throat,
Feed up by same pain.
Which i felt,
When my finger got drain.

It’s you, or your absence,
Cut me down,
From the earth.

This moment when i write,
I am having a hard bite.
Describing your absence,
Embarked as swine..

Wish i could add a ‘if’
Which may be stick.
Aah… moment has gone,
I became damm alone…

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