An Adonis
A God among men
Trapped in the Dark Fortress of your Soul
Seemingly aloof
Yet starved for the Love
You think you don’t deserve
I strive to touch the hem
Of your Cloak of Despair
Knowing
I can set you free
If you will only allow it
I creep slowly forward
To embrace you
One step
Two steps
Three steps
Before tumbling from your fortress walls
Broken and wounded,
Teetering on the brink
Of the Crevice of Anguish
I sob silently
A hot flood of tears
consumes me
Tears shed not for myself
But for you
For your pain , loneliness and despair.
I rise up, bind my wounds
Lashes wet with unshed tears
I stare at the wall in front of me
Once again I begin to climb
One step
Two steps
Three steps….
Fleetingly, I wonder
How many more times
Must I tumble from your walls
Before I am forever
Broken…
© 2006 Shewolf
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