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These soft, silent whispers
escape my broken soul.
Taken from the turbulance
of life in its prime.

Loves’ pledge
could never keep us.
Afflicted with this disease
of mortality.

In our own world
we became absorbed.
Unable to see
a stranger among us.

His hands took hold
of my heart.
Sqeezing its very life,
until I could no longer see
the error of my ways.

To capture and hold.

A slave to the whims
of its beholder.
My emotional beauty
had grown cold and desolate.

Unable to face
my reflection of shame.
I cannot save me
from myself.
Forgiveness cannot cure
this death inside of me.

Stricken by your hands.
I absolve my sins
to a pool of crimson.
Never knowing
when the day will come,
when I can release you
of the guilt that plagues your thoughts.
Releasing your soul
once again
to fly freely with my own.

Amongst the trees I beckon.
I call to you.
Please hear me!
(my voice not my own)