Mares of Thrace - The Exile

Offerings of Hand and Tongue

I used to sneer
I used to laugh
At those who'd keep a gilded past
Like a trophy in full view
That no present could live up to
But I fear I've become one of those
Because of how tight
I clutch your ghost
Can't set my restless hands
To a new craft
Not when they'd rather
Pick this scab
The enormity
Loss without end
A scale I can't quite comprehend
Like an ocean trench
Abstract inches on maps
Depicting depths of unimaginable black
And my love
I fear at last
I've found the one thing
I can't move past
The light of day fades
Fathoms overhead
While this drags me down to the sea bed

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