Down
By: Devin Cade

A restless soul,
penetrating mine.
Grieving nothing,
now implores:

To a heart that’s genuine,
to a heart unpure.
Plagued by emotion,
care....no more.

It’s hard enough
to be brave
for others and yourself,
for not even yourself, you can save.

You chase the wind
for what you call "divine."
Its all in your head,
all this time and still no sign.

You’re poison to this world,
and grotesque at sight.
	I turn to answer,
	answer someone not there,
	and I leaned back and whispered,
		"Maybe you’re right."



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