Thursday Night
broken stones
where once a heart
invisible walls
keep us apart
nights pass
under fading moon
nowhere to go
arriving too soon
the warmth of your kiss
the truth of your love
forever gone—
lone mourning dove
all i have left
as i travel this dark
more miles to go
too weak to start
then, the muzzle,
pressed close to my head
one last broken stone
one last piece of lead.
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Very powerful. Scary really. I get it. ‘too weak to start’
Thank you, Wendy. By the way, I love the Powerpuff Girls!