It's not
what I desire
that marks me
but what I don't
it's the difference
between earth and sky
two poles each
unto its own-

desires oh
how they imprison
caged is the heart
it weeps alone-

I had wished
to be made of stone
walled into bricks
I wouldn't have to moan-

but the harsh winds
of time had blown
and chillness had congealed
into my very bone

now as age rages
every desire I disown
my feelings have frozen
seeds of irreversible angst
I have sown.