Message from Mark

Her laugh joyful, she moves towards me…
I watch her every move.
I know I can not have her… yet...

We make plans for the future; she has chains she can not see.
I see them, they cut at her very soul, and they rip her tender heart.
She gives, he takes!
She grieves for him.
And yet, he takes more.

Her eyes are emerald green and shine like the morning sun.
The curve of her face, I know by heart.
The shape of her figure, I see before I rest.

I think of her in the morning & in the afternoon.
My thoughts are dashed against the rocks!
She is chained to him.
He is leaving her!
She knows
And she remains.

I am drifting further and further, I can feel it.
I resist.
I try to keep her focus but I am drifting, at mercies of the tide.
Damn the time!
Chisels away at me, like the hammer on the load!


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