Change of Heart

Feral voice- bespoke madness
The cleverest keen of winter
-Begrudge me once again a whisper
Soften straw to down as wearily, warily I lay in the scratch of darkness
I am faithful in my errand
but lost in my path
Your bargaining has left me bereft of soul
And I would have it back
Whisper again a return
Or else in slipping
I rend your cloak
And find that breathing promise slack
Here, straw as soft as down
Yet heart clacks still as stone
no release to sleep
Though world I own!

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