The gates were open, then brutally, closed.
My burnished heart had sung to you; longing despite the heavy weight of memory.
There was a willingness to risk even while uncertain that nothing can last beyond what is inherently broken.
I tried. Freedom, I tried to not say "Good" nor "Evil." To have empathy, to live compassion.
"Don't point the finger. Do not lay the blame."
But my eyes cannot take back the violence that I have witnessed, one incited under a vile guise. I replay the tapes incessantly.
Beating, laughing, beating.
This is also who we are. But not who we have to be.
How many tears I cry in the shadow of the gallows.
My soul is blackened gold.
Bitter yet bright shards remain.
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