In the Woeful Bloody Dawn

In the Woeful Bloody Dawn

I awoke
With jagged
And splintered roots
Stained
In ancestral red

Pooling
At the scornful
And deathly whim
Of my full
And burdensome heart

Hefty words
Fell away
In wide
And fearful droves

Doomed
On the cusp
Of my cautiously plotting
Trembling
Guilt-ridden lips

What remained
Was entombed
In my shadowy psyche

As I bled
Through the day
So seemingly
Cool and composed

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