No one to understand
But we do,
we, the cold rock surrounding you
The ones who cradle your beating head
After killing
Love,
Stone dead.
No going back
follow the sign on the track
The one that points the way ahead,
Don’t count the cost of what's been lost
We know, and that’s enough.
This one reminds me of those long lines of mountain climbers on their way up to the peak, defying the winds of death that try to pluck souls from warm vessels on the way.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the read, Tracie! Feels like that sometimes. It's more of a 'note to self' though. :)
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