Blessed Be The Darkness




in my Dark place



the space before me…endless


all that is on my heels

seems much more clear as seconds pass

the love and hate of it all

twist and turn

melding, before my eyes

into the hideous and profane beast

that was our love, manifest

i turn within

nothing makes sense in this solitary place

where scars dance a lovely dance

and guilt purrs like a cat that begs stroking

there is nothing left for me in  this now

neither deliverance, nor condemnation

there is but the slow beating of a heart

long since broken

and a vision of your face

always…your face

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