The Divine Farce

The Mourning Sage

  • Ineffable scream

    I would have hated you for drawing me in,
    Caging me, turning me into a monument —
    Never to be attended, never to be disturbed.

    A forlorn island, which is devoid of people,
    Lacking in love, in care, in hopes; intimacies
    Drenched in physical love, but without heart.


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