Driving back north
Running away
From running away
Back to what I know
The tears were tearing at my stomach
I could not drive any further
For the weakness in my legs
As I faded into the darkness of my soul
And it’s labyrinth of ruins
I stopped to rest
The beach was beautiful
A storm was brewing
To match the one inside
I was tired
Tired of trying
Tired of failing
Tired of being tired
The waves wild but wistful
Foaming, lulling, rhythmic
With ancient song
While the dunes cradled me
In the hollow of their arms
Alone
Just as I came, I’ll go
And I wanted to
Lured by the siren silence
Of the depths
I lay there for a day
And a night
Sleepless as the cold set in
Blanketing the mountains in snow
The next day the hunter came
Too early for the season
With his dog just as eager
They plucked a swan from the sky
It fell from grace
With downward spirals
Sinking into the deep
They left it there
Just like the men
Who hungered for my body
And upon satiation
Left my soul to bleed
The Fallen
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