Pitter patter
I can hear
behind me
subtle shift
one pebble to another
sharp response
building
tangible darkness
bleeds from my fingertips.
Running
looking to hide away
to suffer not this pain
to exhale
to harden this tell tale heart
cease beating
for faithless lovers deemed.
Breathe in
breathe out
sweet sorrow rising
spiraling smoke
curtained twilight
tears rain.
Reaching out
hands in plaintive plea
tormented by dreams
carved beneath
ebony charred
woeful mask.
No lover
no friend
shadowed in corners
mocking me
hands taken…..withheld
pushed aside…..
forever…..
forgotten.
©March 12/20
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