I kneel, wrapping my arms around myself, keening
For the vast wasteland I have become.
There is no bright fire of hope to warm the soul
No glowing embers left to fuel the dreams.
There are apparitions of feelings and shattered
Pieces of night-thoughts once treasured by the
Loved heart, dim fleeting shadows seen through
An ancient spyglass with a myopic lense.
The steadiness of the tides fool the eyes for the
Inevitable erosion destroys everything.
The sun-on-glass relfections hide the churning
Waters beneath and the maelstrom that sucks you
Into the abyss.
No one will come searching in the black depths
For their fear overcomes all else. To be
Concealed there in the dark with my arms wrapped
Around myself, it is a safe place to hide and
Sing dirges to the loved heart.
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