Passion

Poignant;

Shadows. As they attach themselves

to the wallpaper of my memory – 

Leaving endless trails

Of betrayal.

Breaking;

Surfaces. While the façade dissolves

into dense pieces –

Deserting the exposure

Of me.

Missing;

The beat. Ruling once a chest,

now drowning in fear –

Since the ashes of the wars

Are flaming.

Finding;

The sun. Being long concealed

behind skies of depression –

Allowing again the rosebuds

to glow. 

Granting;

My heart. With the promise

to love it profoundly.

Letting it beat – again – to the rhythm

Of yours.

Yield;

me. As I remove the masquerade

and bare my hollow shield –

Fearing yet the burning of

this love --

the curse

which is my passion.