Disturbed Duet

She would listen
to the wind whistle
through the ravine;
a soulful tune
if a little melancholy.

It sang of heartbreak,
all encompassing

She knew the words.
Verse upon verse
pressed with pain
they dripped
from her tongue

Each night
they perform
like long-lost lovers
pining across oceans
ripping flesh apart
in desperation.

Most only hear
weather wailing
hearts unable
to comprehend
the aching melody
surrounding them.

I hear. I feel.
I hurt. I weep.
Their sombre ballad
is not lost
on me.
Every tear
falls for them.

Tumbling Comfort


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The more she felt,
the more it hurt,
the more she cried,
the less she cared.
And that scared her most of all.
So, she looked for hope,
in every tear that fell.
There was something 
in their tumbling,
that brought comfort, 
for a while.

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