Sparkatale

Resurgam

O soul that once I treasured, through my own
The echoes that you left resound, and still
The vestiges of hidden cruelty
Ring through the night with deafening siren-call. 

And at my feet still lies the shivering grave
My aching soul once craved, and bearing still
The name that once was mine, the swirling sound
Of memory pervades my empty soul. 

For as I cried, you stood upon the bank,
And laughed with those who laughed at all my tears,
And as I gazed into the eternal void,
You pushed, and ran, and left me there to die. 

A hand unseen took hold of mine, and pulled me
Back to life I thought I could not bear, 
And showed me that the one I most had treasured
Was but a darkened pebble on the ground. 

Look back, o cruel soul, and see me rise,
Another victim you cannot destroy,
And shield your eyes, o cruel one, from light
That blazes more than you can ever bear. 

27.11.18