My war was lost
adrift alone
my sullen heart
could not atone
for my dark sins
the seeds were sown
your soul was bruised
your house in ruins
your world in flames
your heart entombed
a broken cross
scattered dreams
aren’t we like 2 wounded souls
with rusted locks
and skittish hearts
set adrift we found our way
into one another’s arms
don’t we have a common thread
wrapped around each other’s wrist
pulling us together
this is the one thing that we own
the one thing worth fighting for
can’t we open up our sails
chart a course toward the dawn
buried in one another’s arms
together we will survive the storm

Our Dark Places (a poem)
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