In the moments
just before the sun shattered
the overcast of
visual misconceptions,
the heart stopped beating
stopped moving
stopped aching
until it disintegrated
into no more than
a pile of ash
of the hopeless pile I
drowned in
choked on
fell through
cried in
died in
where blood spatters spoil
the innocence and
hope
that those days had
gone away.
We are no more
than the arrogance that feeds
the flesh
that is nothing short of
destroyed
demolished
dismay.
Now the prayers are
silent
Now the tears are
sand
Now the time is
waiting
On the scarlet in my
hand.
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"Let everything happen to you;
Beauty and terror.
Just keep going -
No feeling is final." -Unknown
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