Often I have witnessed the torments of my beloved,
And often I have witnessed the pampers of acquainted,
One is a fire that yields a quiet, steady warmth,
The other a spark that fades before the night is through.
I have sat in the silence of a heart torn wide,
While others offered sugar to a wound they could not see;
Give me the jagged edge of a truth shared in blood,
Over the soft, hollow comfort of a stranger’s courtesy.
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 12:08 PM UTC