Collateral

A gust of wind blows through, makes me shiver,
Surprises me , flying as a high flying eagle,
watching the world below as my dominion,
I turn around, I see her, fainty present,
embodied in my thoughts, like a thorn in my heart,
to suggest pain, even in my flight of freedom,
as if bewitched by her,
to love, as if it was worship, which still seems,
to have conquered my mind,
in dementia, you released me into, away from sanity,
in want of feeling freedom, I loved,
in want of love I broke free,
I stand here all alone, turning my back,
to a world exploding to cinders behind me,
I feel its warm winds, touching me by,
they cut my skin, I don’t cry in that pain,
I cried, you made me cry, for no reason,
I now cry for I fear it’s your turn now.