Poetry
Desolation
By Abbaddon
I
lie here alone
under a violet sky the clouds, soft embers
brood over an earth turning grey
My heart yearns for you
like a dying sparrow for the nest
my eyes hot,
my stomach churning
My tears fall to the earth like a torn sky,
releasing his burden
but the burden is mine
I am so sorry
and I know you will not forgive me
even as I lay this perfect rose
upon your grave
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