Sunday, December 16, 2018


I am done
No longer here
A whisper
That disappeared
A shadow
Of discontent
Passing sun
Lover's lament
A wish in flight
Take my breath
A voice exiled
I am damned
Fueled by regret
Simple heart
Foolishly spent
Wanting to be
Young girl lost
Finally free
Is the willow
Spill your seed
Spread your soul
Weary you
Wary are we
Passing grace
Stolen peace
I am done
My flesh and bones
Rot in hell
Long she is gone


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