Excruciatingly Painful

Only to sleep like before,

Find a way to endure.

Knowing there’s no cure

What pain lies in store?

Piercing heart to its core.

Let flow my passions pure.

I might be hunted down for sure.

Reduced to a figure of folklore.

Estranged and abandoned

Yet hoping to be pardoned

This song of philia yet unheard

In a strange dialect whisperd

Creating ripples in waters deep

Where my soul was laid to sleep