I’ll try
Once more
To knock on your door
Just to make sense
Call it gullible innocence
Revived by my heart
While I cry
In mourning what shot down before
it could reach the
sky
Landing corpse on the floor
I refuse to believe
other than your words
despite of the action’s hurt
turning me away broken & sore
my soul refuses to bury
my truth
at your feet it lies
while shovel is in your hand
I’m wary
hoping it will build instead
I await
For you to sing a different lullaby
And read me with patience a child’s story
Instead of a dismissing goodbye
22 Oct
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