Silence heart,
perhaps your stage was quite too large.
look inward,
perceive rustling waves,
perhaps your grace,
was quite too large.
Remind yourself, humbly,
your God has more prayers to answer,
than yours alone.
Inhale you lovestruck lungs,
Rest and wallow in a peace
that belongs not to you,
A peace your brain fought
and died in war to achieve.
close your eyes, wish not for
a somberness your pity wishes,
rather thrive in a silence which
lay stagnant, for your ambition has died.
Grieve not, weary heart.
Just weep, suffer within the walls
of the house you built
with violent intent of self destruction.
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