Broken, Bound, and Bleeding

I stand a statue, tall and proud
I'm sturdy, stark, immune.
but wrath erodes my marble shroud
strength, my envy doth consumes

not a choice as many think
to revel in my pain
but tis the price was placed and paid
to run against the grain

decades apart, destroyed together-
this terror bleeds my soul
fear pervades my weeping heart
Emptiness swallows me whole

I stand a statue- broken, bound
no shadows heed my pleading
lay there, I, to welcome death
his darkness undeceiving

A tortured soul to love me whole
though broken, bound, and bleeding

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