forsaken.

have you forsaken me...

nocturnally pales upon the frail.

look at me.

in every frail, fleeting phrase.

i cannot speak, i cannot hear.

i know that you are staring down at me.

look at me.

a language grief can't sterilize.

a stillness. 

so pale, so fragile. 

the dark keep stitching memories.

open wounds i kept within.

i follow them through loss and prayer.

the others composes.

with memories i can't unrun.

i close my eyes. 

do you carry the truths, do you hold the thorn.

your shadow blooms through its grieving.

i forget what once was mine.

have you forsaken me.

like a prayer that forgot who it's for.

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