Wretched and restless from a night
of deep thought,
The young man is but a child
inside.
His breathless calls, at midnight
hours, just tear apart
His world just as the light subsides.
I gasp out the words, Dante heard
the screams,
The memories of his mother all
torn and ruined.
Sex and murder destroyed her
sanity
And left her uncontained and a
wreck of herself.
The sympathy and the pointless
consolations
Are all but insults to tortured
ears.
The demons of Hell claim the
wonders of the soul
Just as the child loses everything
to the captors.
Theirs is a broken-hearted cry,
projected to the sky
And I really do not need this now.
His sight and his sorrow are all
held within and build
The bridges between each piece before
the ice splinters.
The heat from the flame scalds the
fringe of our thoughts,
The ever burning passion that
tears them all down.
I begged them to let him go, to
give him back his life
But now he gave it up willing,
weary from the fight
His pain seemed to take apart the
night.
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