You sit scraping away
At years of gathered hurt,
Releasing the pestilent pain
From beneath the buried dirt.

Cradling the myriad pieces
Of your disintegrating soul,
Shackled hands reach out –
Pleading to make you whole

Broken will lurks within
Shadows of a defeated gaze,
As plague ridden tears set
The putrid wound ablaze.

And I watch your fall
Allured and bound awhile,
Blinded by the shards
Of your fractured smile.

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