from my heads unending grave

from my heads
unending grave.
+++++++++++++


Her eyes were
tombstones
with angels in them,


breaking 

through
the
Window
of her
Prison Stare.

Mine?..

Dead Wardens
who
condemn!

(The Soul with
but
A Glare.)


+

She asked me
what
I Felt For Her,

with
wanting in her
Voice;

I replied:

"you are
the Universe!!"

(yet
Love was Not
Our
Choice.)

+

Her Angels
became
Mad Devils
then,

(who
made my
Heart
a Slave.)

and
I learned to
oddly

Cherish
them!!

(from
My Heads'
Un-ending
Grave.)

j.stephen.h.

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