Get well

You and I locked up in this dark, dark room.
My caged muse.
Fragile like a butterfly’s wing.
Delicate like a rose ready to bloom.
Like moths we cannot escape.
I pray for relief to come.
That your sighs become a harmonious slumber.
We fight the night.
Wrestle the days.
Till grace giveth release.
Rumbling to salvation we seek.

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