A third witness

A third lie

A third eye.

All behind these antiquated stone walls.

Everywhere and all along this is where she has gone

A ghost of me…

in limbo

Spirits wanting to be let go

Ever searching souls filled with hell’s reprieve

Once a pebble

to a

stone

building a

wall on hallowed ground.

Here and there…

the innocence of country living

Here and there…

the shame behind every rustic step down a desolate lane

Here and there…

organic hurt

layered with homemade sugar and cane.

Down at ground zero

Ill fitted saints…all around.

Canterbury tales and granite ledges

tethers

and

holds the spirits down.

This is no place for a child to be

Relative remnants set me free.

Hallowed be thy name

Hollowed by the things that cannot be changed.

I ran to the woods as fast as I could

Frightened of a man

Frightened by things I did not understand.

Let me strive before I die to know what I am running, from and why!
Let me strive before I die
to know what I am running, from
and why!
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