Disoriented
I hear her voice So profound So bewitching I step out Out of my cave into the wilderness. I am far Far from home. I see her stare Her eyes into mine A gaze so strong My eyes burn The air, ablaze of toxic fumes But what does it matter? For I am far Far from home. Her heart’s a hole Once broken, Now hollow Devoid of hope Of anything that persists She begs for death Pleads for mercy Her scars bleed of venom The venom you stung her with. She sings: How do I escape a heart that keeps wallowing in the filth of a petrifying past? as though she’d read my mind as though my brain was speaking Amidst the dilemma I recognize her She is me I am her I caress her hair Her long, luscious hair I take her in my arms. With the warmth of an embracement, I find her Filling in the emptiness Feeding me joy, and faith Until she transformed Into what she truly was- Hope. I now sing: that even in the darkest of nights, There always is a star A star that shines upon you. She was my star and she walke