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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