Throne Of Pain

Broken feelings…

My chest of gold

A torments ransom

No trinkets sold

The treasure bounteous

Walls lined with blood

Its hurt and pain

I have withstood

The jewels lack sparkle

But shimmer deep

Their cut and clarity

My soul to keep

And words if cheapened

Must leave this throne

As the lid reopens

  —on the pain I own

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)

 

 

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