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The Fallen

I stand over the corpses of friendships
grief-stricken and whispering, “Please come back!”
Their unobliging souls had departed
and left me in search of greener pastures.

Savior

I’m thankful for the courtesy,
the kindness that you show to me
which serves as sweet salvation
in moments of desperation
to bring me back to harmony.

Incomplete 2

Tear down their walls of stone and pride,
the fortresses in which they hide
turned away from their disgrace
afraid to even show their face.