Forsaken Solitude

Bathe me in the blood of your mysterious glare             

Take my breath away with your bare hands

In agony I find my serenity

Make me yours. Only yours.

I will no longer seek your shadow

No longer starve for your lingering poison

Breathe me in your soul

Bathe me in your cruelest touch

No longer is my purity suppressed

Willingly accepting the ruthlessness at your mercy

Make me, sculpt me, own me.

Auction my deepest desires in the light of my hidden innocence

Listen to my screams of torture

Listen to the heart that beats in synchrony with your steps

Give me my vigilance as bequest

Burry my heart inside your pain

Take me out of my misery

Make me yours or set me free. 

Reviews

[Ashe Conten]

This poem captured a very powerful feeling from a situation most of us have experienced, very powerful and very well written.

[Cher]

Thank you for your kind words.