We stand there, in rebellion
With ourselves and the world,
Holding hands in the dark
Not knowing where we stand.
Lightning rumbles in heavens and there is a flash,
You smile and I am a crying mess.
You say you don't remember the way back home
And I think to myself it is a good thing.
Your bruises are healed and bones are mending
It is a good thing you don't remember the pain.
There is an echo of waves crashing
Far off in the horizon,
A storm roared deep
In the heart of the sea.
I bend my back and pick up your pack,
And prepare myself to carry you again.
You are silent, unmoving
Adment on not leaving
And I, unable to take a stand.
There's a sound like a song in the wind
And you smile
As if saying it is finally Your Time.
I weep and thrash as you limp away mesmerized,
On your way towards the siren's call.
With every step, I hear your bones cracking.
I pull and you hurt but never once stop.
The water comes, I let you go. There's blood in your wake.
I call your name, try again and again;
You never return..
The dream loops on and on.
You never cry.
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Poetic to a fault ✒️
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