Now I can only gaze up
Toward the pedestal
Where I once resided,

As I lay on the floor broken,
Bruised and utterly raw.
No more pretences and

Performances to hide behind
And to act out with the grace
Of a Shakespearean actor.

My body curls like a wounded
Animal trying to preserve
Dignity while my sins march

Around me  in a death parade.
The drums ricochet through
My skull and the footsteps

Echo through the lonely halls
Of my mind where the memory
Of him burns and scorches because

That’s all they were to me.
A flickering flame that I tried to use
To heat my chilled heart.