I strangled her by the neck.
She struggled
And shrieked.
But I kept squashing her
Breath away.
I locked it in a chest of diffidence
And threw her away
In to the depths of my conscience.

I heard her muffled breaths.
I heard her fists on the lid.
But I did nothing.
I could have grasped her hand.
I could have pulled her up.
But I did nothing.

I let her sapling wings
To dry out on a desert,
When with a drop of water
Her boughs
Could’ve reached the skies.

Now she lies dying
In the deathbed of my life,
Begging me
For a single breath;
A breath of hope or try.
A breath of miracle.


I look down to her,
Her body ashened,
Her eyes grey,
And I struggle.

I struggle to lay before her,
That there were no more
Miracles to come.
That I’ve gambled them all
For none.

That the more she struggles
To survive a day
The more agonised
Our each breath would be,
And the more of me
She’d take away.

She defined me once.
But I’ve crippled her now,
She’ll sink, defunct,
In to a dark corner
Of my deformed heart.

All she’ll ever be
Is a dream
That I wrecked
With my inertia.


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