My heart's too heavy...
For me to hold
Staggering
Limping
Struggling
It nearly stumbles...
On each stone and pebble,
On each cactus and thistle.
Look...
The black blood bursting forth it,
Bruised
Bleeding
Is my heart crying?
It swoons...
In darkness and in oblivion.
A lost soul writhing in agony
Twisted and tied
Dying perhaps?...
Can anyone hear the dead?
Is there anyone to save?
To touch?
And to love??
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