The Land FORSAKEN

My heart beats as a scream for peace. 

I cannot draw a choked whisper up my throat. 

I would crumble for you, and you for him

Drain away my soul to relieve your pain. 

Words of comfort are trapped in tears

Only shed for the demon-thronged battles faced. 

Screaming, screaming for peace

Blown away by a forgotten wind 

To the land called FORSAKEN. 

The dying live there: don't stay. 

Blood has been drawn savagely from tenderness 

So we pretend the scars are callouses. 

Simply, an excuse to lie about the pain. 

It hurts to shatter--

Fragile porcelain dropped on gruesome, concrete reality. 

You choke down the cry for help. 

I squeeze to release the screams in your heart. 

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