Cast aside and ripped away, lov’d not
By impatient and fickle hearts, who try
In vain, through pain, to drag me, sick with rot
To and fro, torn and fraught, I tire of the old lie.
I walk ‘mongst titan’s pillars slick with lime
Through a verdant glade’s pregnant silence, where
I stop and kneel in this temple of time
And pray for the day I no longer care.
But the wind disagrees with my only request
It’s talons and claws make me falter
To your feet, it says, you shall have no rest
You must walk to your death at the altar.
Battered and broken I shoulder my loss
She hangs round my neck, cruel albatross.
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