The tight squeeze.
It’s force regulated by the depth of a wound;
Until it is mended
The heart continues to weep.

The longer the hold, the faster it is.
It’s silence speaks louder than ever.
Lungs dilate and contract with relief.
The heart begs for more.
Tighter.
Longer.

Before you know it,
It’s already been done.
What seemed permanent
Ended in warmth.

The sweetness that I thought,
It came out from my mouth.
I never could imagine the vice
That came forth from it.
As the resonance of the sound
Bounced off the glass of their being,
Pieces of the fragile flew all around.
The return I received induced
Guilt and shame, but most of all
Fear.

The parasite in me I fear.
Regardless of my consciousness,
I am forced to exhibit such hostility.
The reflection I see through the broken glass,
Is the broken image of myself.

Give it a thought,
At least one more time.
Let us consult
The one advisor
Before we draw a conclusion
To our, what seems to be,
Incomplete memoir.

The sword taken
Out of its sheath,
Determined to repel all persuasions.
The dreams we dreamt
To see the many stars
Is now left as just a dream.

Only toil left for me
Is to convince myself to
Believe this is the plan of the One.
However, the ***** that sustains my life
Aches to see the present
Becoming only a history.
Dreaming again to see
The brighter star laid before our eyes.
I bid you
Farewell.