Wednesday, July 21, 2021

Gilded Chains

Beauty is an ocean that drifts out to sea

So magnificent it slips through your fingers

Like a tide gone forever

In tears I admire what can never be true

Death victorious

A corpse of a dream

In a memory bound

Love like torture burns

In healing remains with time

Swirling in a vortex of pain

I hold on to

Watching a ghost of ecstasy

Dissipate and die

Streams of daylight

Haunting me still as night taunts and walks disembodied

Invisible to my gaze

Whispers of salvation

Gone dry

Denied

Cruelty in a dead silence

Awaiting morning.

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