Comfort of the Anguish
I found you.
I spent my time wandering an abyss,
a war-torn field of black and white,
until there were two,
I asked you to desist,
I pleaded for the end of a fight.
If I broke my guard,
maybe you would see me,
at last I poured my sorrow into your soul,
I was the fool and you the bard.
We finally came to agree,
there cannot be a part without a whole.
We found one another,
yet now we are apart.
A plague stricken arrow in my heart.
(In times like these)
Copyright © Aiden Braisted | Year Posted 2020
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