My heart has never felt so weak

Without any resolve

Without will to proceed

But also lacking desire to end.

I wait.



I wait for the wind to show me.

Which is North?

Which pole takes me captive

Draw a map to my lost pieces

To my once relentless passion



Hold me close, faithlessness.

Enter me, pain.

Caress the depths of me,

Spread like seeping ink

Drown my surface.

Blacken me.



I wait.

A pawn to even passerby

My definition lies with you.

Once relentless, now I die.

Resisting nothing

I sleep, then grow.