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The Book of Counted Sorrows

Writings, poems,musings, short stories, rants, and who knows what else
2 years ago. June 30, 2022 at 9:47 AM

She waits upon the shores of the Rivers.
She waits for her lovers embraces
She waits, watching us shiver
As our blood and heart races

She's never in a hurry to find you.
She knows exactly  where you are.
She never has to worry for you.
No matter how close or far.

She only wants to hold you, and waits for that day.
Solitude, and lonliness is the price She has to pay.
She's always at your back.
Worried that she'll lose track
Of the days, hours and seconds
Until she gets to hold you at last.

She only longs to hold you, to feel your warmth.
Something  she never had.
She waits to comfort you like no lover you've ever met.
She waits starry eyed, infatuated with every young lad.
All She has to do is wait, it's no gamble, it's not a bet.

For once you finally  close your eyes the final time.
The will grasp hold of you, your final lover.
And you will finally hear her rhyme...
Let go, let go, my lover, your pain. Is finally over.
The suffering will melt away in her arms
The pains of life nothing compared to her charms.
She has been waiting for you, she watched you from your first day to your last.
She cherished  every moment she watched you.
Relived every pain of your past.

She loves you because you are beautiful  in a way that she is not.
As temporary  as a spring shower, as fragile as a withered flower.
You are temporarily away from her immortal  love, her greedy, needy love.

But one day she will  have you, she will have us all.
For one day like the autumn  leaves  we to must all fall.
When we do she will be there to catch us.
She will do so without  trouble or a fuss.
She will  take you where you belong.
The journey  wasn't easy, the destination  is all that's left
She will wait for you, after all else is gone
For she has loved your life, how could she not, for she is Death


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