The absence of your aspiration
finds my blighted situation
bleeding, grieving,
self-reproaching.
Through
narrow bars, a hand outreaching.
A brilliant flame at the witching
hour.
A familiar name, wooden
visage, cadaverous gaze.
Abandoned guttersnipe?
Expose the
vile, exhume the passed, an
unmeditated affidavit.
This is
your call, will you bring me
along? Turning your back to the
fear in my eye, we're going
nowhere.
One heartfelt
conversation brought me liberation
and release from bleeding,
grieving, self-reproaching.
Bemusing cage, a lock now broken.