I don’t know how to end it,
churning sorrow into anger
there are no open doors
only empty hallways
leading nowhere.
I dance with your bones
in our temple of sorrow
there are no open doors,
windows boarded
with each though left unsaid
now empty kindness in the dark.
Lost in deaths reprieve
no homes built on your ashes,
caught in loves frozen bed.
No breadcrumbs lead to safety,
no dawn to break the night.
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