Sunday, June 27, 2010

one listens and is not kept alone

One listens and is not kept alone.
Your fear is what is to pay.
For what has yet my divine not followed?
And what must I say to relieve?

I, myself, have lost as well.
And punished, as meant to be.
And yet, as fallen as I have been filled,
As deeply as I've pulled apart this peace,
As far as I have lost my sense of empty,

The harsh that I have swallowed
has not my soul destruct,
has not my heart un-mend,
has never force me leave my love to be.
 

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