Between interludes

Peace comes between interludes

of pain as I reach to touch

life removed.

Had I been told life would become

so cruel without such beauty

to touch

my heart could have stopped then.

Expectations are at the crossroads

I stare at them out my window

notice how worn thin I am

out there with tears of pain

inside looking out panes.

I have sat and listened to

sadness since birth

between interludes of love, loss

and have come to an end

of this

want to touch such beauty



burn baby burn

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