Kept

Every movement 

a saddened memory

faults die deep.

Each tie, buckle and snap

torturous thoughts trap

the gentle fingers reproach

her mind eager to forget.

The forest’s path

closing on all sides

rustling leaves unrest

as charms in the rattling mind.

A candle flicker

spots and shadows

behind threaded curtains

sin rots and ruins her soul.

Poetry

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