Wind blows
And birds cry
Upon the breeze of time
Driftwood
And dead pines
And the decay of the words in my mind
I remember
Harsh sounds
Dripping from your lips
Crimson and gold
Tough and cold
And how they lashed at my skin
Leaving behind scars
I did nothing to defend myself
Because I couldn't believe the action you played
This wasn't you
This isn't the person I know so well
This is a monster
A phase of emotion
A drifting of being
A passing storm over a field of growing barley
But the storm stayed
And I drowned in the rainfall
Thinking
That I could be strong for once
And swim
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