Poem for Fiction Book #4
All that is loved
Is locked, indefinitely
In this forbidden altar.
Rusted and abandoned
The walls shake with pain,
Shackled and chained.
Are the memories hurting
To remember, to worship
One another
By chisel, by paintbrush?
I have lost myself here.
I cannot free him.
Try as I might,
This enchanted metal
Defeats the woodsmaker.
I wonder:
Shall I forget him?
Shall I go on?
Shall he live
Without song, very long?
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Love your word choices in this one!