Lascivious feel of a man
misguided in his triumphs
enthralled with his disasters
Self-inflicted are the scars
Invisible to the eye
But he sees them
Vague imprint of a face he knew
Engraved in his consciousness
Chiseled by affection
Memory of an effigy
Vaulting spasms to the mid
It's an infection
Struggling for air
Desperate to grasp a branch
Long since cremated
Suffocating infection
Chokes him
An echo of affection
Torments him
Cloistering rejection
Roots him in place