The pit of my stomach
Relentlessly thirsts
For requited love returned.
I carry these bones
Like bricks upon thrones.
Though the weight bears heavy
I don’t want them to be burned.
I tried to break free
Grief brought responsibility.
What it came here to teach me
I thought I had already learned.
Perhaps these bones are exeunt from their thrones
And they wander deep beneath me.
The pit in my stomach growls to be filled
But this sacred earth is earned.
I need to home the bones of my grief
To quench the thirst within me.
I have searched far and wide.
I was not satisfied.
Your stone remains unturned...