Rim Gate

Heavier than we expect
The whispers of the vexed
Hold me close, what comes next
A child dies this day
As we stand upon his grave
Lost to the silent praise
Lost to the unsaved
Step to the hollow ground
And gently lay me down
Kiss me, save me now
And part with me these doubts
For the damned lay at our feet
But our eyes so rarely meet
You're not reaching out for me
And it makes it hard to breathe

Kneel your head and pray.
The words you never got to say.

So come play with me
In this lost field of green
Come down six feet deep
Where these two edges meet.

The End

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