pageant of ministry
your misgivings
given to sullen
star-clad nonchalant
Comings and goings
Imprint upon us, this living
I do not want what you wear
as I no longer care to
displace, yours or mine,
this distaste, take a masque
fitted on face, misplaced
here is no longer safe
I can no longer call you home.
timeworn tellings, erode, peel
story lost its’ appeal
cold iron piercing will not heal
maniacal raving
sounds to my ear
as though you are leaving.
dear one,
hold onto your throne
as I extract this fire from bone
I am alone. always
Always, a lone haukr.
hunting for small loss
solitary voices fall silent
wheels turn, grinding
our truth, ingrained
in vain.
it will end in tears,
stranded upon
hallowed ground
we have tainted
hollow.
air, fire, earth, water.
may your soul find peace
at the heart of it.
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RamJet Poetry 
Tears, pain, depth, shallowness….lovely….all ends in tears…wishes, desire….unfulfilled….don’t desire don’t wish….they say ….but it’s not human…nice poetry
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Thank you 🙏
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Yup. You slay it, as expected.
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thank you dear heart!
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You’ve said it best and everything in this poem strikes a punch right in the heart of tears.
Love it.
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Thank you my friend! 🙏
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You welcome. 🙂
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“it will end in tears”…powerful stuff!
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thank you so much Holly!
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You’re so welcome!
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