Poem – “My Brokenness to Heal You” – Romanticism – 1/29/2021

Debris from an open mouth.
I am screaming,
As you are being saved.
The great devoid
Of my void,
Of you, my great treasure
Without measure.

Is better served, with the blood
That buys
Another life
Away from the uncertainty
Within every flake of dust.

You drive rain,
As I feel pain.

The snow from your mouth,
The wet fields
That bleed with the melt
Of Hell-born frost.

You loose yourself on the verge,
As my broken fingers
Reach forth,
To back you from the salient purge.

Call your strife
Back to knowing
That your life
Is a tired rowboat,

With my broken oars
Making you to shore.

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