Saturday, March 2, 2019

Never Yours

Fallen, bent with sorrow
Unsure. My mind twisted
Fearful of tomorrow
Dark this path I wander
Lingering is my doubt
Constant is his shadow
Swollen glory swathed in
a veil of my darkness
I am buried in him
Pressed breaths to the lid of
my coffin, choosing death
Broken am I from love
Scented windows picture
Ghosts of my past, haunting
this life of mine impure
Wondrous eyes will you see
Wet neath this concrete slab
whispers of hope pushing
Solemn prayers, widows gasp
Unseen. Taking what was
never yours, from your grasp

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