I call to the sky with dirt on my palms,
the fresh taste of blood still trailing down my throat;
a sense of agony still lingering in my soul.

what more do I need to do
to rid myself of this pain?

it seemed I hadn’t given enough,
so I clawed and took instead —
what more?

to be loved
and to love
is to wilt and decay.
in a positive or negative sense —
that I am not so sure,
just take it as you may.

in the wild, no one would spare a glance.
no part of you is a flaw in nature’s design.
please, continue to dance with the wind
and let fire rage in your heart.

I have no home,
no place to claim my calm.

my search for peace will not rest;
I fear for my soul’s journey in death...

as this is a never ending conquest.