My dreams are juxtaposed with failures
My motion is akin to driftwood in the empty sea
Passions that once slumbered within my soul
Now rage like desperate refugees
There are listless clouds on the horizon
Drops of morning dew rest upon my brow
I scream without sound or the hint of emotion
Clinging to anchors I've long tried to disavow

I ache with reasons and indiscretion
I scale the ladders of patience with no remorse
Weapons drawn, she still slays me with a smile
Wearing armor I care not to reinforce
Shame and her sisters 
Poison me with their lilac, honey, and wine
While blame and its blisters
Lie in wait for our stars to realign