a shroud of tears
evaporation
I suppose that’s it’s define
a cloak, some angels wings maybe
that place where the day excruciates
and the hook of life sings morose
those are the steps that force fists
and palms together just alike
purchasing salvation from prayers
the long and languid terminal hike
do you hear me
I’m not selfish,
I always chose
to be real,
but my belief
was second best,
and more I think
the less I feel,
I wish I knew
or understood,
the things that pull
and turn my head,
just a saviour
that’s all I needed,
all I wanted
without regret,
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