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Emma
We were two hell-bound ships,
sailing the darkened days
who found each other in the haze
and spent passion hours of locked lips--
And many more of quiet moments,
both lost in the other’s eyes,
knowing, loving, ignoring our secret lies;
beautiful. But I did not heed the omens.
I helped her and she helped me
to pass the trials of living
each and both giving
but never did I tell her of her beauty-
For though I saw her and knew she was broken,
I thought myself too strong to give her that power
and so contented myself to the presence of her hour
and left too many words unspoken.
I remember most that I loved her smile:
it made me forget the Earth
and its listless lack of mirth
if only for a small while.
Because when we were together,
often it came--
And yes, I’ll admit, I was to blame,
but not at all bitter--, she knew I was her tether,
lest she once again find her way to the brink
and teeter on the voiding black--
No, I kept her from there, brought her back,
I hope… I think…
But though she managed to return,
she felt forevermore
a ponderous pull to that final door:
a shaped soul anon to cease to burn.
What can I do?
Your crystalline, hued eyes,
all your shamed lies…
How do I save you?
God knows I’ve tried
but time and time again
its always been
you who’s vied
to save me,
to keep me from that same edge
to hold me back from the calling ledge,
But can’t I see?
Yours is the faltering, the fading--
too tired of waiting
for someone like me
to come along,
to gather you in sure arms
and press at bay all the world’s harms,
to sing to you an unsung song,
Can’t I see?
I know you’re here
so why can’t I hear
you crying, begging for something, anything: me….
She’s screaming so loud
WHY, Why can’t I hear her??
Why couldn’t I have just brought you nearer?
That’s all you needed, a separation from the crowd--
someone to name you
another name
to call you nothing the same--
to tell you true.
But there was never that knight
and so she strove and fought but fell beneath the damned wave,
failing to continue her fight against the void, someone to save,
but who had no other soul on that lonely night.
So she placed the blade to her skin
one final cut, one last time
tearing from this world a smothered shine:
the ultimate sin.
The horrors of the world drove her to it, pushed her over--
I was meant to be her bulwark, a shield
but to my own pride I could not yield,
and so never a day again shall I be sober,
kept cruelly in the world, in a black so deep-
keeping the scrap of brilliance I could find,
holding her and telling her in my mind,
but every moment too, wishing I could meet her at that endless sleep.
