Breakup

I have my shoes spiked, on the ready to run

But like a bird caged too long, confused

I should fly, move on for we have lost us

But too long to know how, needing to learn

I hear your voice as mine loud and angry

Where usually, they were soft and tasteful


When could we have done this to each other

How did we grow these hills we stand

As two spiritless souls at ledge of madness

Aligned on lonely lanes to selfish dark woods

Walking like the drained whom woe has turned

Ghosts on stormy phase decked to sea sailing.

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