Still Poem by Domician Cornelius

They said that you moved on
That you got your heart helplessly torn
You spent your time mesmerizing the unbound
Worst fearsome hound

I still cling onto threads of that summer night
continually weighing the uncut
My pride still in venues of no glory
Yet still a captive of the old old story

I break humble on my feeble knees
Inside not yet at ease
Still hurts even unto days like these
My bow in emptiness, like a fallen saint under penitence