and here i stand
at the precipice of life,
alone,
but for the shadow
I cast.
i seek to weep
to spill whatever
darkness
that lies within:
a perpetual
longing,
unsatiated
and deep.
bereft of tears,
my heart howled
unrestrained:
in the vast stilness,
a gush of agony
that sliced
through the wind.
the mountains,
awakened
from their slumber,
looked down;
clutched in their bowels
an echo of silence.
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