The Never Ending War

It still curdles inside of me,

On the lonely nights,

Dripping into

My open wounds like hot wax

Hemoraging the levies,

Sweeping away my humanity 

Hiding as refugees throughout the islands of my heart,

I need the armor of your embrace,

And the trust teeming in your eyes,

As the platonic plates shift,

The streets of this sleepy town

strangle the life I discovered in your beauty,

I can hear only the voices of wretches,

Illuminating my weakness

Unearthing my mistakes,

As echos of your love,

Slip further and further away



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