Bowing down
my heavy head,
knuckles white
with prayer,
broken skin and open veins,
aching,
i knelt in vain.
Stinging eyes
i lifted up,
you i'd hoped to see,
yet not a soul
in front of me,
gliding,
my cheeks they wet again.
Bleeding from
my broken heart,
from each other my hands unclasped,
picking up my glinting friend,
flowing,
the lights dim within.


 
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