Sunday, December 16, 2018

Let Her Rest

I am tired
For this old heart
In pieces lay
Drenched in crimson
Unwilling
Unable
Weakened it seeks
Torn asunder
Unholy
Repentant
Wishing for peace
Severed her limbs
Stagnant release
Falsified remains
Summons to God
Take me home
Forge new roads
Left behind
World unknown
Soulless eyes
No longer roam
Who is this girl
What has she done
Filled with remorse
In death is owned
Yet she is free
Unburdened she
Will she return
Or will she be
Someone you need
Yearning
Serving
Undeserving
Self-preserving
Finally this
Remorseful bliss
Someone’s daughter
Someone’s mother
Gravestone marker
Unearth
This curse
Please let her rest
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