By Spence
Blood stained feet from my blood stained hands.
Wrists cut deep, my last grain of sand.
An hourglass empty, mirroring life,
Ending its pour as I drop my knife.
Drawing near as I drift away,
The light so close to me today,
My tattered spirit forced to go.
And all because you told me so.

A shadow blankets empty eyes,
That once beheld your face.
That day you killed the rest of me
In this exact same place.
Yet still you shed not one small tear,
You only show disgust;
Forget my name within a year,
As you forgot my trust.

Pray not for happy endings, no,
For they you'll never see,
As evident in tragedy;
As evident...in me. Poem: Beneath Your Shadow 1

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