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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