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Wee Stone House
There is a wee house built out of stone,
that sits inside my heart.
And, in this house, you sit,
Quietly upon a thrown.
I placed you there the day you died.
To save me from your loss.
To carry me through the murk and ruin.
And, comfort me on this ride.
My ride through life now, without you.
Via, the passages that have lead to agony.
The long days filled with nonentity.
The absence of your love has me slew.
Your house I built is my last hope.
Of making my journey alone.
And, when I feel the pull of sorrow,
It gives me the last path to cope.
The path to some semblance of tolerance.
The path to a resemblance of love.
The path to healing my shattered heart.
The path to a world with some substance.
d. nelson 10/28/2020
©dawnykins59
©GiGi60
that sits inside my heart.
And, in this house, you sit,
Quietly upon a thrown.
I placed you there the day you died.
To save me from your loss.
To carry me through the murk and ruin.
And, comfort me on this ride.
My ride through life now, without you.
Via, the passages that have lead to agony.
The long days filled with nonentity.
The absence of your love has me slew.
Your house I built is my last hope.
Of making my journey alone.
And, when I feel the pull of sorrow,
It gives me the last path to cope.
The path to some semblance of tolerance.
The path to a resemblance of love.
The path to healing my shattered heart.
The path to a world with some substance.
d. nelson 10/28/2020
©dawnykins59
©GiGi60
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