How do I love
When love is lost
Amid the valleys I left behind?
I stand upon the mountain I climbed;
I am alone.
There's nothing's at the top,
But neither was there anything bellow.
Was I born into an empty realm
Where we sing for the pennies of the tone deaf?
Do not tell me how to sing my song
Unless you are willing to compose its music.
I have fallen here in the rubble of my thoughts;
My feelings are a pit of vipers.
Your words are hyenas surrounding me;
Laughing at me.
Devour me, oh song of the dying!
I've lost myself in your grasp.
My lungs are a machine.
They've conspired with my heart against me.
They plan to keep me alive.
Someone help me.
Please?

k.g.

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