Thursday, April 16, 2020

The Deepening

There is a wind
That takes me on
You will not know me,
The lovely curves of beauty deep
Are lost upon the frigid steep.
I am not there, the one you see
The one you love
 You long to be
I am not there
The crimson stain
The constipated, foul refrain.
The place I stand is far away
Far off from where your fancies play
Far off from here, your tepid ways
A distant score, a wretched place.

And there the darkness dwells so deep
You cannot know, you cannot keep
You cannot help but fall, so steep
Infiltrates all your peace’ed sleep
But wake’d mind cannot contrive
The cold and feckless
The call to empty, silent place
Where there the emptiness embrace…

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