Appease of Heart
Denial of possession
Of that to which I'm drawn
My heavy heart sinks through regression
A king reduced to pawn
Sifting through them for a lesson
Splintered pieces all but gone
Something of an obsession
As blinding darkness wanes to dawn
Few shards remain - no question
Heaven sings their song
Still, I'd trade this fragile blessing
To someone I belong
Copyright © Braden Bordello | Year Posted 2023
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