Verity
The flower of sorrow will be seeded in your soul
and all that knowledge may relinquish
to the eyes of your heart
will seem a burden
A burden of lightness be it
yet still to drag from a tourniquet throat
a teardrop of acids sting
as you bathe in the eternal sea
It is your love that tortures you so
upon the mountain peak still brought down to the rubble
and though fearless in staunch conviction seem
always your faith will be questioned
Verities hand she has laid upon your awakening
gentle compassion to be challenged by iron
to be the disavow of blindness
and you will suffer the laughter of ignorance
Verity, you will hear her name in your dreams
and her frustration will make you solitary
and although you will smile
to be sure you will also weep
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