I've taken
This chip
On my shoulderAnd replaced it
With the weight
Of the worldBut only for
The one
Who had listenedIf only
For the time
Of my lifeBy the girl
Who now passed
As the rest of themLike the few
I've been known
To have lovedAnd the losses
I'm begging
To pardonAnd the partners
Once willing
To fightUntil they
Can't reason
With anguishOr bargain
With the nails
Of a crossTo settle
The nerves
Of this feelingOr relieve
The steep sorrows
WithinNot with pride
Or hope
Or envy
Lust
Or the promise
Of blissBut the lie
Of a life
That's forsaken
And shattered
In a second
Of griefLike the frail
And immeasurable
Crystal
That teetered
On the edge
Of my madness
And balanced
By the tip
Of this rage
And refracted
Pale light
Of my hatreds
And loathing
Of myself
In its gleam -The prism
Of color
Unnoticed
But meant
In each line
Of my scars
That riddle
This page
In their spectrum
And showed
What devotion
I'd meantUntil the
Inevitable
Breakage
At the same cost
Of believing
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eunoia (completed)
Short Storycollection of poems eunoia (n.) beautiful thinking; well mind