Friday, 3 February 2023

Genealogical Emptiness

I tasted your bone devouring loss once more
 holding you close within my heart
the gravelly taste of dust and stone 
has proven you are gone 
 slamming shut life, the last door 

A  heart thumping realisation, 
I am more alone now; than I will ever be
torture of a heartbreak that can never be free
hope to close my eyes then never again to see

desire as belonging, born before time,
understanding little, infusing rhyme
gentle, kindly, loving soul; somehow a crime
to be alternatively meek, others see weak
 rivers are from mountains, paradise we seek

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