No need to cry when my soul bleeds tears
No need to cower when a heart knows only fear
and a long lost echo resounding of love.
My Beauty has belied me and here I will remain
with broken souls and hopeless haints.
I would I would have torn my face from my skull,
perhaps then we might have made the journey
back.
How you fought to find me!
But the greatest enemy you would face,
would be your love for me.
Here is my home: this cold place of torment.
Now you to yours.
My punishment,
to watch you,
and live to love,
resent,
and forgive you.
But not live to walk by your side.
To dream of joy,
children,
and home.
And regret the future that will never be.
All this, because of my Beauty.
Laura Kabelka