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Thy Soul, Torn Asunder
I found myself kissing the strings
and talking to them
the ones left from May
when I was atop and awash.
Like some crooning father
finding relief in a future
where I would strangle my
neck, so tightly
.
That contented hum
I encountered
was just me
saying, goodbye here.
The steel line felt
so warm, I
belong there
God, my God
won’t you take me
from this tortured
chamber?
I don’t wish pain
nor hurt upon
no, nay, here-
Just let me go
my soul,
how much
can I beg?
The steel of the
line, tastes
so bitter.
I’m surprised,
I can even feel it
upon my tongue.
My stone is
laid here.
This last
unyielding
stutter of
me.
Cast nil into
the void.
‘Despair no
longer’,
I heard him
whisper; finally
before
peace.
Published 9th Oct 2023
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