facing the music

ClutchTheDawn

this cuts deep,
pierces the sternum,
grabs the heart and squeezes
every ounce of truth from it.
leaves it to beat selfishly, but
determined to hang on, that it may
again beat for her.

but right now,
the guilt aches, burns
weighs down,
prying the soul from its vessel,
and the love
so quick to bloom with the dawn
wilts with the moonlight,
bends and kisses the earth
one last time.

and i must peel the rose,
become the soil
to help her up again,
to find the will to face
this unfortunate
turn of events.