1.16

On the cusp of two worlds one verse came,

but vanished when the former overtook the latter.

A battle decreed, a battle to mark

the space of a filled mind partnered with an empty heart.

 

A metre and rhyme for all

to consider, repeated and repined

but only for an unanswered letter.

 

Wrought with the ink of a blackened edge,

etchings of sorrows that will never be written again.

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