A
thousand knives pierce its soul
Blinded
by promises that overwhelm the mind
Shrouded
by folly and foul.
Yet
hope flutters her sprightly wings
Doubt
etches rays of trust
Caught
in this ever frightening whirlpool
That
threatens but all to dust.
Let
the pain burn ever more brighter
Until
this heart is but left stoned
Waves
crashing on its cold surface
May
perish decried and condoned.
Still
hope flutters her sprightly wings
Igniting
flames of love
As
tears drip down unwary cheeks
And
the heavens break above.
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