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wind whistles through the trees
and darkness whispers
to the night

the moon is hiding like
my feelings are too
and the sky is dark,
shielding me from all,
while my memories
are but ashes
on the ground

the pain is growing
a shriek in my mind,
and the confusion begins
to tighten it's hold

crack
the bones begin to break
and my mind wanders

something holding, grasping,
pulling me back
calling to the person
i used to be

and starting anew
the horror is real
and is painfully true

the other is whole
and is a child of night
she pulls and screams
trying to bring me home

but i cry and i run
this is not me...

i begin the fall
and wind rushes by
lulling me into a deep sleep
where i begin the dream
of an endless night

and the impact on the ground
softened by the sleep
of never waking,
never speaking,
always sleeping

hugs shealyn