Complications
Spiritual juggernaut
blessed in angel fire,
pushed from birth, in virtue not,
into life blood pyre.
Sinister cloud haunts her soul
while the rest come and go.
Her blood, drained of most all hope.
Too few words left to sew.
The pages are left to blank.
Life blood gone haywire.
Wordsmith on extended break
to build her own pyre.
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