a descendant of pain that gnaws
on my soul, a deathless raven
drawn to the cruel sight of
your grin, these hands ache
for the burning, lashing breath
you took when you forced yourself
to forget the thirst murmured
by this poet lost in desperation
violated by the nagging voices
that echo, the conundrum that
breaks the dreary, heavy silence
carrying your footfall and
the tangents of your shadow,
i pray i could forgive.
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