Eight
Is the number of times
Joy has been presented to me
And eight
Is the number of times
It has been ripped away
Eight times
You
Sweet, wonderful you
Has held me back
While I screamed at demons
To give back what was mine
Eight times
You have stopped my rageful fists
At pounding nothing
Eight times
You have soothed me
When monsters
Ripped salt
From sacred oceans
Eight stars
To adorn this crown
This heavy crown
Diamonds
To present
To one who is not there
Beautiful crystalline gems
Of everything I am
And was
And ever will be
And they are empty
Eight years
Eight past lives
Eight nights
Full of bitter tears
And wails, muffled into pillows
And you never giving up on me
A loop to walk
And walk again
Sometimes in darkness
Sometimes in light
Until I learn
I must learn
But what the lesson is
I do not know
But still
I will walk this loop
As long as I can reach
Through darkness
To find your hand to hold
I will walk this path
With you
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
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I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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