I fall with the flow
into his broken heart
the heart that shattered
in releasing love
from its earthly cares
cares that blow away
in the wings of a butterfly,
vanish in the morning sun
he bloomed with the sun,
giving his life to all the pieces
and the pieces of his
broken body were scattered
to the ceaseless wind
and unending waves
there is no end in sight
for the nightly rain
attempting to wash
away the pain
there is no end in sight
for the pill-laced sleep
that carries him to
the cold ocean deep
regret of words said
and those left unspoken
is the knife that twists in his heart
guilt of letting him climb
the mountain barefooted
is the hammer that breaks his voice
his broken body found rest
in the cold ocean deep
he returns there every night
in his tear-drenched sleep
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