I am enslaved to promises
I have no wish to keep –
Though you are not here to soothe my tears,
I am still screaming in my sleep.
I would give to you my life,
My heart – each drop of crimson blood –
For without you I am broken, bleeding;
Drowning in the flood.
The rose which grew from dust
Is dying as each petal falls,
And the wind is tearing, bitter,
Through this shelter devoid of walls.
How can I swim,
If I have not the strength or will
To rage, to fight against the crow
As he swoops, crying for the kill?
SJL: 5th September, 2004
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