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The Heaviest Tear, and the Brightest Star

“The Heaviest Tear, and the Brightest Star”

I cannot see myself turning away
From the pathways that cross and divide
The tales and the fantasies I tell myself:
Which tomorrows I believe there will be,
Against the tomorrows that will come.

They’ll feel the pain left in my place,
As I bury the faces I choose not to see,
Staring from a place I don’t want to go.
What image can I veil for my salvation?
Give me to another Hell where I can
Take it all back as if it was an illusion.
I can’t somehow. It’s breaking through
The voices of perdition that wander even now
In the vision of peace that the snow can bring.

In my demented state, my flesh hungers
For the heaviest tear, and the brightest star,
Feeling the ache of the space where I should be
In my version of tomorrow that will never come,
Seeing what will be and dying to believe
That all I wanted was here beside me all along.

I swear I won’t forget what I deserve;
To know I have soiled something sacred.
All I want is for them to forgive me.
I broke myself into a thousand minds,
On a day I cannot recall without dying.
How many times have I died already,
Always taking my own place in Hell?
Where is Purgatory? Where is Heaven?
My tears have passed…yet I weep still
To think of that day when I became
Just another voice in my own mind.

© 2022 Marten Hoyle

Written by MartenHoyle (Vate C. Carmen)
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