If Found, Please Call...
... reads an aged piece of paper stapled to a telephone poll.
It's gone. Lost in time forever.
And nothing less than I deserve.
I failed. Every day since then.
All because I couldn't find the words.
Unable to face my own weakness and pain,
I kept my lips tight and simply walked away.
Days passed. Each worse than the one before.
Slipping into an endless tragedy.
I hurt. Every day since then.
Faced with inevitable finality.
My heart filled with a fire of everburn,
All because of a grace I did not earn.
She lives. The only woman I ever adored.
Buried deep within the confines of my soul.
I died. Every day since then.
Unable and unwilling to be made whole.
Redemption or silence, those are the terms if I am to love again.
So I write it now for all to hear, that I may begin to make amends.
Fear not my shame upon thine heart - for in this, the final verse,
Forgiveness is at hand with the fading of my infernal curse.
About the Creator
Cypher Robinson
Cypher is a novelist/screenwriter specializing in action-driven sci-fi and fantasy. He has developed a distinctive voice known for its cinematic pacing and emotional depth. His work blends imaginative storytelling with grounded characters.
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