The Waking of the Hurt


From the waking of the hurt
comes the burrowing of the soul.
Don't you see-
something wicked has snatched
your heart.
Forsaken with dewy desire
it will deceive
all of your tomorrows.
For what comes has already
played a part.
And for what passes in our twilight
will leave you breathless
and staggering
on a tiny beam of nothingness.

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