woe

the ancient songs are calling
and though I long to fly away within
their soft rhythm
my heart, heavy with sadness,
will deign not light
and would rather wallow
within the dusty corners of what’s past
without hope, without joy,
than linger under the shining truth
that awaits me on the other side
of this darkness
today, my heart sits within the shadow
to ponder the pain that plagues
it so… to find release in the embrace
of a dark and powerful woe

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