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A Grave Half-Empty

You can’t imagine my pain
A ladder to infinite loneliness
Another rung breaks with each step
As the depths rise up around this grave
With no death to fill it’s hollowed ground
No corpse to fowl the sweet scent of desire
No flowers adorn the unknown site
Where unborn love grows beyond the rim of darkness
While insecurity feeds tireless shovels
Soiling the ground I look up to
Piling higher toward a suffocating collapse
I would fill my lungs with each choking handful
Dropped from the fingers of lovers never touched
Felt only in the heart of one ever undesired
The one whose love lives on, unknown and alone
Whose grave rests in pieces
Pieced together by hands too dirty to hold
Held back by a heart afraid of the dark
Imprisoned by shackles it can’t envision
And you can’t imagine
Written by Poetryman
Published | Edited 30th Nov 2019
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