Forgotten One

In your hour of waking
did you split the dawn untold?
With the shrieks of your dreams
that surrendered you whole.

Will you lie to your brother
when your mother is old?
Can’t you see you are tainted?
God’s scorn will surely show.

Inside your skull a seed blooms
of deepest, darkest blue.
The lull of the sea whispers in your ears,
the ending draws closer every year.

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