SALVATION

So you lived through a broken heart,
Crumbling faiths and pall of gloom?
And the deaths,

Where you held your breath,
Tears dried, on a dying moon.

 If excruciating scalds and burns
Could not char the spine away,
 If nights struck vaccuum into the lungs,
Yet air crept in by the day.
When agony served was spilling the glass,
Silent despair felt like bliss.
Felicity failed to enslave you thus
Salvation, it is.

 

-dp