You are my love.
You are my life.
Let not my nights keep turning into nights, as days escape me in a rush of pain.
I am disabled.
I am unable to reach beyond murmurs to express what my heart wants to promise.
Sounds just wave your vision away.
My brain is locked on a coordinate where you last stood, spoke, turned away....
You are my love.
You are my life.
Dislodge me from between this rock and that one so I may find my meadow.
I cry.
I try to listen out for soothing words but harsh talk slither into my ears instead.
Where is your voice.
My crucifix casts a blood-red shadow over my hope,
my life,
your slave.
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