I
My heart begs to exhume your hard head
To excavate and dredge the deep sorrow
You’ve become my pure cacoethes instead
II
Darker, darker; my heart is the evil I borrow
You’ve become my pure cacoethes instead
My heart begs to exhume your hard head
III
I’ve fallen, fallen, fallen, yet I’m not dead
You’ve become my pure cacoethes instead
My heart begs to exhume your hard head
IV
I clutch onto your ghost as my light starts to go
My heart begs to exhume your hard head
You’ve become my pure cacoethes instead
V
This drowning is a rite of unending dread
You’ve become my pure cacoethes instead
My heart begs to exhume your hard head
VI
My wings torn in fury of my love-lorn deathbed
My heart begs to exhume your hard head
My Halo’s soul dimmed as Death I have wed
You’ve become my pure cacoethes instead
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Comments (3)
I saw Vaggie and knew I had to read! I loved this poem.
Excellent work Sis, but I had to look up "cacoethes" so you taught me a new word
Oh wow, this was so poignant yet so beautiful. Loved it!