Mirror Witness

severance. sweet severance,  

above the wilted blooms of love and rage,  
a foot beneath the grip of brotherhood.  
where patience stands, and loyalty lies dead,  
the summer comes and passes as it should.  
 
a grace,  
 
so trampled as grace has, and always will,  
an offering upon the shrine of pride.  
a protest to the leash that ever has,  
but echoing into the great divide.  
 
a thought,  
 
repeating.  
repeating.  
repeating.  
do not forgive me my faithlessness.  
 
severance. sweet severance.