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Bruise and Amethyst
Grief anchored in stone,
tears in layers frown to heal,
burdens drag me down-
growth slows down in ooze of filth
lungs choked, deny me air.
Bile and amethyst
wash the past into the now,
eyes can only weep
only sadness strikes clearly
vision veiled by endless pain
Future sanitised
emerging strong and careful
grief is cauterised
puss expelled with painful squeeze
sorrow becomes a weapon
Copyright ©
John Anderson
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