Monday, September 30, 2019

Debt

A wound so deep
Should I let it heal?
Towards a kindness I know not..
Towards a love I have not..
Bleak are my prospects.

To let it heal!
The audacity of it!
The blasphemy of it!
For what?
A stale, callous, demented inclusion?

There is no Atonement
There is no joy
A bleak wrap wreathes across my wound
It begs for closure
I refuse!

To let the wound heal
To let it bind..
To undo the agony
My birthright
A merciless harrow to break my soul.

Nothing can fix this
Nothing can undo what is done
Reinterpretation, I reject
A debt owed
Hades will claim his prize
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