Stepping soft but crushing under,
faintly sounds one scream, a-mutter
Hinting slight of pain now shuttered
thoughts remain but are unuttered.
Burning slow this flame to cinders,
ash now trails a path that lingers
Follow far by creeping steady
dragging-on though heart's not ready.
This feeling's falling rather heavy,
breaking all leaves none to levy
Nothing much ever sustains
Nothing much of love remains.
5-14-08
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