Modern Romanticism

How often to force your way
To see the sunrise,
The awakening pain
At the surface beneath your feet
Crawls to your eyes
To break open tears
Upon your hands,
Shielded as you are
From the coming swarm?

How often to force your way
To see the sunrise,
When pain sinks you beneath
The sheer layers of sadness
That grasps your throat for breaths?

Forever in the deepest sleep
Of your fallen heart,
Lost in the womb of surrender,
Not giving birth to innocence
Though just the seed as it was planted.

Forever to not say that grace could keep you
Floating above the mourning stars,
Without sight to them.

As you set the flames
To your weeping eyes,
Remember me,
For what could not be of us
In the flooding dark.