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I walk through the forest in the evening mist. The rain gently weeps through the trees. A thousand times I've strode this path, now lost to the falling of the leaves. Yet each step I take is a memory to me, as I walk through the recess of time. Where adrift in this wood I will never be, as I search for my life's paradigm. Yes, the rust on the gate bleeds red again, like your soul as it drained from your veins. It drips from each frozen hinge to the earth, where all it touches it stains. I placed you here on a dark winter night, on your cheek a kiss I gave, and the white of your corpse like the glow of the moon shined bright as you lay in your grave. The vines grow strong in this lonely place, where for years they have hidden my shame. Here I laid you to rest in this horrible way without even knowing your name. Beneath the weeds, beneath the brambles, beneath a single red rose, beneath a cold dark slab you lie, in a place where nobody knows. Where the stone above you lies to all, for it bares another's name, your motionless body your mother expelled and for this she's not to blame. It was another place and another time and no one could know you came. Now my mournful tears drip on your tomb, changing nothing, it's all the same. So rest my sweet little bastard child whose life you could never live, and in the end, I swear to God, to you my soul I will give. 09/25/16 Overgrown With Vines - Poetry Contest A Broken Wings Contest

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I walk through the forest in the evening mist. The rain gently weeps through the trees. A thousand times I've strode this path, now lost to the falling of the leaves. Yet each step I take is a memory to me, as I walk through the recess of time. Where adrift in this wood I will never be, as I search for my life's paradigm. Yes, the rust on the gate bleeds red again, like your soul as it drained from your veins. It drips from each frozen hinge to the earth, where all it touches it stains. I placed you here on a dark winter night, on your cheek a kiss I gave, and the white of your corpse like the glow of the moon shined bright as you lay in your grave. The vines grow strong in this lonely place, where for years they have hidden my shame. Here I laid you to rest in this horrible way without even knowing your name. Beneath the weeds, beneath the brambles, beneath a single red rose, beneath a cold dark slab you lie, in a place where nobody knows. Where the stone above you lies to all, for it bares another's name, your motionless body your mother expelled and for this she's not to blame. It was another place and another time and no one could know you came. Now my mournful tears drip on your tomb, changing nothing, it's all the same. So rest my sweet little bastard child whose life you could never live, and in the end, I swear to God, to you my soul I will give. 09/25/16 Overgrown With Vines - Poetry Contest A Broken Wings Contest