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+Saint Sakura
+2019-10-25
+
+***
+
+the ides of autumn blow fierce yet again
+and I sit here, wondering if this is a sin
+to be here all alone, sitting under the sun
+mind wandering free, beholden to no one
+
+two years hence, before bitter storms came
+I stood, looked out through my window and watched the wind play
+through the branches up above, listened to neighbors and birds chatter
+and when little kids screamed, wondered whatever was the matter
+
+rolling emerald hills where once we both played
+but now, in this life, only I returned to the plains
+only I remained
+
+now, when I rest my head in my arms at the windowsill
+Eponine's passion gone, Erin's resignation lingering still
+my heart beats like a drum at the end of a song
+fading gently into the night
+wondering if maybe, all along, they were right
+
+would they carve out my limbs like the stump on the tree
+and then have the audacity to still ask me
+if I yearned to be free?
+
+the rotting corpse of a bird cloaked in midnight
+an ornament in a fitting golden cage of delight
+deprived of life's blood of work, without amenities tight
+to force a young soul to find meaning in plight
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander