Days daze spreads finger-holds of depression
In subtle clutching – without forgiveness;
Poisons spirit’s blood; soul’s sight. Infection
Of repeated bleeds accumulates stress

In a mind long left behind, in a soul
That once was whole. Sorrowed emptiness peaks
In Time’s scythe of what could be, mind patrols
Maybe's, If's and We's – bald-featured and bleak.

Ages age and eons pass, stilled moments
Last never more than a breath, or a sigh,
In movements dance. Searching self brings torment…
Paladin! Restart time and redesign

Love completed… For death in life defeats
The miracle of eternal stars heat.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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