Monday, 14 August 2017

Braised.

I wonder what it will feel like,
When they truly have gone.
Will the sky suddenly be lighter?
Or will another cloud move on?
Are they purely a trigger,
That can be erased,
Or are they just a scapegoat,
In a soul painfully braised?
I never wish for harm.
I never wish for pain,
But I cannot help but long for,
A time without this game.

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