Cathartic
I couldn't hold you
Though I tried to keep you there
Inside my rusted, broken pocket.
It was empty inside
And the halls smelled of mildew.
You drew away into the shadow shell
And felt the beat go hollow in a
Sparrow's mellow heart made of thin-cast gold.
You were full of trepidations,
A thousand tiny anxieties,
Wrapped and warped
And stripped of fat and flesh.
Emptiness round your collar.
Emptiness drowning inside your lungs.
A rumble for a deeper calling.
Something more.
Something meaningful.
But only darkness sings its dark delight
And only you can hear the Melody.
I cannot hold you any longer.
You are released.
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